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I have the best story ideas while setting up new homes and new beds.  I just spent the first full night at my new home.

Its a weird apartment, because people walk by it all day.  Its built out of the ground floor of another old Victorian with intimate windows on the street and the alley next door.  I can’t tell whether I’m an unseen observer or a goldfish in a bowl.  I have decided to sleep in the front room, with street and alley views.  Every time someone walks up 8th Ave they are only a few feet away from me and Ella.

I am thinking of research into one-way films, but it may reduce the voyeuristic flair too much

The front gate also opens right onto the street, and if I leave my door open Ella could be happily outside in a moment, tearing down to the corner or barking at passersby.  I can drink a glass of wine and read a book in the evening light from the porch.

All of this familiarity with the people passing through and I will live alone here.  The last time I lived alone was for a winter in a cabin near the continental divide.

Last night I woke up in a sweat at 3 am.  I may have yelled out, after a few moments Jonathan called from nextdoor to see if it was me he had heard screaming a few minutes before.