irony house

So, for those of you who have already been to the Friends House, this will not be news.  But for everyone else, I live in the giant window seat that stretches across the Friends House common room and faces the street.  Bum that I am, I still haven’t really unpacked my room, despite having moved in June 1st.  As a result, I, along with my laptop…and my sewing machine (sorry everyone!), live in the common room.

Living in the giant window, I get to see everything that passes by.  I can occasionally wave at people I know and just now was called to by a passing friend on a bike who knew to expect me in this window.  I always know when it is going to rain.  When it is hot, I am baked in front of the glass, and when it cools down in the evening, my window cools down first.

But one of my favorite things about living in the Friends House window seat is hearing the snatches of music blaring from the cars that pass and sometimes stop at the intersection nearby.  Much of it makes me want to laugh at the drivers listening to it, and some of it is just plain bad.  But occasionally, a car drives by playing a song that I once knew and haven’t heard in years that stirs old feelings and memories, and lifts me to a happy different place.  And I love that.  It is always unexpected and wonderful.