A New Flat = New Neighbours

Well, the most obvious resemblance between me, Carrie Bradshaw and Bridget Jones is that I work in the media too. Not so glamorous though, I’m a reporter at the domestic news desk of a daily paper.

And even though I occasionally get to write about something I find interesting, I’m more often trying to muster up enthusiasm for some death defying decision that may or may not be taken in some local council. At those times I'd much rather write about Saif Gaddafi, whom I find disturbingly good looking by the way.

But alas, it’s a paid job at these hard times, and I’m rather good at it so I can’t complain. And it’s going to look nice on my CV. I guess this blog serves as an outlet for my need to write about something other than politicians arguing over incredibly petty things.

I also tried to glamourize my life a little by moving into a new flat, in a little trendy neighbourhood. I love my flat and the fact that now I have a spare room-slash-home office. I’ve been doing some interior designing and now find my home so cosy that I need a really good excuse to be bothered to go out at all. On good days though I also enjoy going for a stroll in my new neighbourhood. It’s quite old and distinguished, and quiet despite being within a walking distance from a very busy high street. And the people here are friendly, smiling and greeting as I pass them. They’re also terribly healthy it seems, they walk, jog or bicycle and buy their groceries at the farmers' market, carrying them home in reusable canvas bags.

It seems that many artists live here as well, musicians and painters and a handful of actors, maybe to no surprise ‘cause we’re close to a theatre district too. Now, if I were vain I could drop a few names that are somewhat well known, but what sort of a neighbour would I be then?

However...I have discovered I have a neighbour who makes my heart beat a little faster. We’ve passed each other in the street three times and he’s started smiling and nodding as he goes by. I know who he is. He's the front man of a band that was quite successful when I was a teenager and he still has a boyish, rockabilly look that makes me a little weak in the knees. He must be in his late forties now though, but is still incredibly handsome. Of course he has a wife, a well-known actress - what else - slightly older than him and they’ve been together over twenty years, according to the tabloids. One of those rare, long-lasting, happy showbiz relationships. Oh well, good for them.

I’m still gonna enjoy those moments when we pass each other in the street and he gives me a big smile and raises his eyebrows above the forever cool ‘80s shades. Aaah...