I moved last evening and while I didn’t exactly travel far from my previous home things are a bit different.

My new pad (not sure its pimp enough to be called a pad) is definitely bachelor all the way. Its one large room (actually its not that large) with an alcove kitchen and a separate bath. Some would describe it as old or maybe run down but I perfer to label it with more choice keywords like rustic, colorful or… full of character!

Now don’t get me wrong my new casa really isn’t that bad. It has everything I need and is actually an improvement over my last residence; (an illegal shoe box in Los Angeles where I lacked everything but a mini frig and microwave).

Here in the Virgin Islands with my only partially obstructed views of Magens Bay and the BVI’s I can enjoy a home cooked meal on my very only gas range while my pans pre-soak in the kitchen sink.

After moving my things in last evening and setting up as best I could I took a long look at my new home. After recovering from a sense of dread that set in when I realized my place resembled that of an iconic run down apartment that every old man on TV resides in alone, I decided to perk up.

So what if my place is a wee bit depressing or that I currently have only water and bologne in the frig. The important part is that its my haven, my place to relax and unwind and as long as its a safe place to crash at night and watch my hour of TV a week, I am set. It is after all only a 3 month lease - after that who knows where my shoes may fall.