Posted by: DIYwriting | November 27, 2021

Life in the Big City

When I first moved to the city, I felt claustrophobic every minute of every day.  My bedroom was just big enough to hold a double bed and a tiny desk. I had never been one to hold onto material objects and it was serving me well. 

Until now, I hadn’t been happy about the move.  The early morning fog kept the streets empty and gave me room to move freely.  I was hoping the streets would stay empty or my plan would be ruined.  This was the only way to get people out of their apartments and talking with neighbors. 

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  1. Hope the plan works — neighbors talking to neighbors. Unless there is something nefarious in having all those apartments empty . . .The apartment sounds like several I’ve lived in.

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