Any Moment Now...

Pancho was gracious enough to meet me in Downtown tonight to complete the final inspection of my brand-new-four-year-old-never-lived-in loft. The developer had finished polishing the floors (they look shiny!), but hasn't had a chance to put in the washer, dryer or the refrigerator. We're getting closer, but, we're not there just yet.

  The counter top was longer and bigger than I remembered from my previous two visits (each about a month ago). Additionally, the top is granite which doesn't easily lend itself to modification, Those rail lights above the counter are hideous, they'll be the first thing to go when I modify the kitchen. I want to change the lay out of the counter top, but I'm failing at ways to figure out on how to modify it without having to replace all of the granite (which would cost a kingly sum).

Escrow notified me that the final loan documents were being drafted, which means closing could be hours away.

The anticipation is killing me.

 
I got to downtown in about an hour and forty-five minutes (5:45 pm or so), Los Angeles Street was jammed with cars and people rushing around to the various garment deals in this district. Street life is strangely comforting, seeing people carrying on their work reminds me that, not matter how difficult things may appear to be, life goes on. Work is life, to think otherwise is pure foolishness. Work is that purifying fire which gives meaning to life, we see this in such expressions as 'my life's work.'

The inspection took an hour, Pancho and I walked out of the Cornell building onto a transformed street. Gone were the trucks and the workmen; replaced by people walking dogs and riding bikes in the empty streets.