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Sunday, June 13, 2004
11:26 PM: stu, stu, studio... [#] [0]
an asian women knocked on our door today to essentially ask if the 1-bedroom next to us, the one we're using for a studio, is available for rent; her mother lives nearby (and was also at the door) and she wanted to live near her mother, which was a very sweet notion. but she didn't actually ask it like that, and it took several minutes for me to realize what she was asking and for her to realize we were not the owners nor was it even available to rent. when she did, she seemed angry i had wasted her time. buh? her mother was very sweet, though. :)
this is only one of several times now that someone has been visibly surprised that we're renting both places (and when i say "we," i mean "sven."). sometimes they've even seemed a little appalled. sven's mom, in fact, was actually concerned, though later she sent an email entitled "studio envy." it feels decadent to have a studio right next door, and every time someone asks a question about it i still get sort of self-conscious about it. not that anyone should stop asking: i think it'll just take a while to feel we're "legitimate" artists and talking about it makes it more real. and it's also apparent that half of what i own is art stuff, and it's so nice that it finally has a home. in fact, we're opening the carefully-packed art i brought with me from california that has yet to be unwrapped, one piece at a time to great acclaim. well, just one so far, on the first night, and i got the ned kelly piece i got when michael & i went to australia and which used to dominate my living room wall.
speaking of california, saturday was the one-year anniversary of the day i fled from california! i emailed the people i stayed with in los angeles & san francisco to thank them for harboring me (but again, thanks nicki, leeann, dean & ben!). next friday, the 18th, will be the day i officially arrived in portland, to michael, to flowers, to a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a view over portland 10 stories high. what a great year this has been! lucky girl!