Yesterday morning, we met with Mr. Hill et al. to see the new loft space. We hung out while the movers wrapped-up, and then we headed to the new building.
As previously mentioned here, Mr. Hill had lived on the 28th floor.
This was the picture he was kind enough to take for me, while my drunken-but-still-anxious ass sat in the doorway to the balcony.
I love the Indianapolis skyline.
Sometimes The Mister drives me around the city just to make me smile.
Yeah. But you know what?
For about three months after that visit to the sky flat, I would do that thing where you’re drifting off to sleep and then BOOM! You’re falling from that balcony! Faaaaallllliiiiiing! *flinch*
When we arrived, I walked to the balcony door, decidedly less scary in daylight. But that feeling didn’t last long.
So. many. huge. windows.
I took an Ativan. I took the whole thing.
I still couldn’t wait to get out of that place!
I’m happy to announce, the new loft is absolutely stunning!
It’s got raw exposed beams, more than enough space, huge metal-forged windows, and hand-scraped bamboo floors. It’s gorgeous!
And thank tacos, it’s only on the fourth floor!