Isn’t that how you start this? I don’t know why I even bought this damned thing. I suppose I just needed someone to talk to other than myself.
I can’t believe what I am about to do. This is crazy, I know, but I need adventure, excitement. I will go crazy if I stay in this town one more second! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love North Carolina. What’s not to love?
But it’s calling me, I can feel it in my bones and it’s making me restless. New Orleans. I went there last year, to the French Quarter. I am in love. So, I decided to sell the house that my mother left me, take my money and move there. I figure I could write since I’ve always loved to do that. If I start to really run low on funds I can always bartend. I think.
Either way, there is a small apartment in Pirates Alley that I’m going to rent. It’s expensive, but with the money I make from the house and my car, I should be able to afford it for a while. God! I can’t believe I’m doing this!
I packed two days ago, though I actually don’t leave until next week. I just can’t wait!
April 28, 2010
I moved two days ago. I love my little apartment, and I do mean love. It’s perfect for me. From my window I can see Pirates Alley Café. I can just walk down and have drinks, meet people. Or I can just people watch from my window.
The apartment itself is quite small. The small living room shares a wall with an even smaller galley kitchen. I don’t have a dining area, so I’ll just have to eat in my living room. A narrow hallway has a door that leads into my bathroom and another to my bedroom. I think it used to be part of a much larger space, but was probably divided, by my estimation several times.
Either way, it hasn’t lost any of its charm. The moldings and architectural details are all still there. I don’t know. I just feel like I’m finally home, where I belong. I think this is the place that had been calling to me all along.
I’d seen it once on my visit. I was having a drink with Jesse, my then boyfriend in the café below, when I looked up and saw it. I swear I got chills. It was as if the windows themselves were eyes, and they were watching me. I told Jesse and he said I was crazy. I hadn’t been able to get it out of my head ever since.
I just think it’s funny how now that I’m here I don’t hear it calling to me anymore. It’s like I appeased it by moving in, giving it what it wanted. I don’t know if that thought unsettles or excites me.
“Christie.”
She was startled awake by a low whisper in her ear. She must have fallen asleep while she read. Jason was asleep with his head resting on her shoulder and his glasses halfway down his nose. Christie smiled and her chest tightened. She really loved him, only it seemed that lately they were drifting apart.
She knew she was largely to blame, always working such long and strange hours. She wasn’t forced to, but she’d always been a workaholic. Even now she had brought work home and spent time reading the diary instead of going out to dinner with him or something along those lines.
He tried to do those things with her, to have romantic evenings where they would have dinner, then make love all night. For some reason or another she always ended up cancelling on him. She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d made love. But he was so good to her and patient. He deserved better.
Christie helped settle his head down on his own pillow then removed his glasses. “Goodnight, my love,” she whispered to him. She then placed the diary on her nightstand. “Goodnight, Selena, I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispered to it and turned out the light.
She closed her eyes and got comfortable for a good night’s sleep, only Selena had something else in mind.