Wow, I’m a little surprised I hadn’t posted anything since I moved to the house. Then again, this year seems to have passed by even quicker than usual. First it’s January and it’s a whirlwind of activity prepping for the move and coordinating the tail-end of the renovations…next thing you know, it’s September and we’ve been here for 8 months.
Just to provide a sense of closure: yes, we did it! We moved in!
If I were to summarize where we are now, I would say that we’re past the “fun getting stuff to fill up the extra space” phase and in the “what am I supposed to do now, thinking about this house has been my last 2 years” phase. Though make no mistake: there is still an endless stream of house stuff to do, and more renovations to eventually plan–it’s just kinda settled into the background.
I need a new foreground thing.
…has a 20-something-yr-old male protagonist who is poor and of uncertain background (or an orphan) but has rich friends who take him under their wing because he is just so fascinating. Oftentimes his field is very liberal artsy–art history, writing, classics, etc etc–and not very lucrative (he’s just waiting for his big break!) but he scrapes by and still gets exposed to the high life. Usually by the end of the novel he MAKES it. Usually of ambiguous sexuality. Usually has some metaphorical rats in the closet that he hates to divulge, which makes him seem “mysterious.” (And literal ones in his apartment, the poor artiste that he is, at least until his friends see what squalor he lives in and invites him to move in.)