I don't mean to go off on a rave here, but ...
... when things are meant to be, they are just meant to be.
AKA ... here's the rental property in Ft. Lauderdale to which my mail will soon be delivered. It's in an up and coming 'hood, and is a whole house (I've not lived in a house since Harrisburg in the late nineties). My excitement doesn't stop there ... it's even got a giant back yard (is it wrong to be excited to have a lawn to mow?), is situated next to a lot that the neighbors have turned into a park, and is on a street that was recently converted into a dead-end 1.5 blocks away so as to keep the area quiet and mostly for just the residents.
Oh, but it gets better and better. In case you haven't picked up on it, I've fully embraced my eccentricities and prefer atypical and/or slightly abnormal to a boring existence. The landlady ... practically Fraulein Schneider from Cabaret -- is a first generation German immigrant who is taking care of matters for her daughter, who actually said, when she saw the application and lease, in that German accent ... "Neidermyer. That's a good German name." AND "Thanks for doing such a good job with the paperwork." (We Germans do love our order!)
And that's not all. In addition to the original touches that make this place unique (more pics are on Facebook ... including the artwork in the roof and the "chandelier" in the dining space), it comes with a floor-to-ceiling original piece of artwork called "Flora" (that pic is a bonus photo below). She's a protector, according to the landlady.
Oh right ... one more thing. After the keys were turned over, then and only then did she disclose that she's kind of psychic, and that she saw a ghost watching her spruce up the place. A "dapper" young skinny man dressed in such a way that she feels he was from the 1920's, with an old timey cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Once the ghost saw her looking at him, she imitated the shocked face he made (if only had a picture of that to share), and then he left. So yes, that's TWO protectors for this one location.
I. Can't. Stop. Smiling.
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