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lets-plan-a-weekend-getaway-alone-in-our-apartments-on-our-computers
i-do-great-deal-research-particularly-in-apartments-tall-blondes
i-looked-around-i-saw-cottages-everywhere-i-thought-it-was-time-they-lived-in-apartments
i-have-seven-apartments-in-house-to-keep-in-state-fit-to-be-inspected-everyday-by-gentlemen
art-isnt-done-to-decorate-apartments-but-to-wage-war-against-enemy-pablo-picasso
theres-more-single-family-homes-rented-in-united-states-then-there-are-apartments
the-inner-spaces-that-a-good-story-lets-us-enter-are-the-old-apartments-of-religion
when-i-had-money-in-the-past-i-would-always-travel-rather-than-spend-it-on-big-apartments-or-cars-and-i-still-feel-exactly-the-same-way
if-i-were-really-really-ridiculously-wealthy-i-wouldnt-buy-mansion-just-tiny-apartments-in-every-city-i-love-mara-wilson
i-compare-human-life-to-large-mansion-many-apartments-two-which-i-can-only-describe-doors-rest-being-as-yet-shut-upon-me-john-keats
the-government-only-makes-restrictive-rules-they-dont-show-you-what-to-do-you-know-ok-heres-where-we-need-this-many-apartments-with-open-space-playgrounds-kindergartens
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im-serial-renovator-apartments-old-houses-im-in-daily-need-doorknobs-subway-tiles-14-foot-tall-pier-mirrors
the-government-only-makes-restrictive-rules-they-dont-show-you-what-to-do-you-know-ok-heres-where-we-need-this-many-apartments-with-open-space-harry-seidler
people-lived-in-same-apartments-for-years-youd-meet-group-kids-in-kindergarten-youd-still-be-with-them-in-high-school-no-one-ever-left-fran-drescher
to-me-im-epitome-what-ghetto-child-is-i-was-raised-by-single-parent-i-stayed-in-apartments-my-whole-life-i-dont-think-ive-ever-cut-grass-2-chainz
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alexia-figured-delightedly-that-this-meant-he-did-in-fact-tend-to-traipse-around-his-private-apartments-in-altogether-marriage-was-becoming-more-more-attractive-prospect-gail-car
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opening-book-in-middle-chapter-always-made-me-feel-like-i-was-interrupting-group-strangers-wandering-unannounced-into-their-villages-apartments-julie-schumacher
im-not-suggesting-people-abandon-musical-instruments-start-playing-their-cars-apartments-but-i-do-think-reign-music-as-commodity-made-only-by-david-byrne
theres-always-room-for-operator-like-airbnb-but-its-quite-different-thing-to-my-serviced-apartments-airbnb-is-different-market-it-has-nothing-to-do-with-me
london-changes-because-money-its-real-estate-if-they-can-build-some-offices-expensive-apartments-they-will-its-money-that-changes-everything-in-david-bailey
apartments-are-getting-smaller-on-whole-houses-are-getting-smaller-people-dont-need-great-big-vacuums-anymore-james-dyson
kill-all-the-rich-people-break-up-their-cars-and-apartments-bring-the-revolution-home-kill-your-parents-thats-where-its-really-at
at-west-point-we-first-lived-in-central-apartments-in-third-floor-walk-up-next-to-hospital-where-my-father-worked-my-two-younger-brothers-i-shared-one-big-bedroom-my-parents-had-
think-back-to-yourself-at-age-18-i-know-i-was-mighty-different-than-patti-i-am-today-as-we-grow-up-we-grow-out-our-haircuts-our-apartments-often-patti-stanger
in-addition-to-public-housing-south-williamsburg-is-home-to-shabby-artists-lofts-like-mine-apartments-hasidic-jews-one-extremely-tall-high-priced-condo
we-cant-have-investors-buying-four-apartments-while-young-couples-struggle-to-raise-another-5000-shekels-for-home-i-appeal-to-investors-think-about-these-young-couples-invest-you
back-then-come-july-blazers-would-again-make-their-way-out-steel-trunks-evenings-would-be-spent-looking-at-snowcapped-mountains-from-our-terrace-spotting-first-few-lights-on-hill
What are you so angry about?" my mother had asked me the last time I had gone home to visit. Why aren't you more angry, I had wanted to ask her. But I couldn't talk to my mother that way. She understood that I did not want to live her life, to work as a waitress, until my toes curled in and my feet hurt all the time, to marry a man who would beat my children and treat me as if I had no right to object to object to anything he chose to do. She didn't want that life for me either. She wanted me happy and successful, to live unafraid among people who loved me, and to do things she had never been able to do and tell her all about them. So I told her, about the shelter, the magazine, readings and discussion groups. I told her about trying to write stories, though I hesitated to send send her all that I wrote. And there were far too many times when I would sit down to write my mama and stare at the paper unable to puzzle out how to explain how urgent and unimportant it was to change how women's lives were shaped. Not only that we should be paid equal money for equally difficult work, but that we should genuinely begin to think about what word we might choose to undertake, how we might live our daily lives. Why should I have to marry at all? Or explain myself if I chose to love a woman? Why could I not spend my hours writing stories instead of raising children or keeping house or working some deadly boring job just to cover the rent of an apartments where I was not safe anyway.

Dorothy Allison
what-are-you-angry-about-my-mother-had-asked-me-last-time-i-had-gone-home-to-visit-why-arent-you-more-angry-i-had-wanted-to-ask-her-but-i-couldnt-talk-to-my-mother-that-way-she-u
I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away. In high school, I was biding my time until I could become the college version of myself, the one my mind could see so clearly. In college, the post-college 'adult' person was always looming in front of me, smarter, stronger, more organized. Then the married person, then the person I'd become when we have kids. For twenty years, literally, I have waited to become the thin version of myself, because that's when life will really begin. And through all that waiting, here I am. My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin. I love movies about 'The Big Moment' - the game or the performance or the wedding day or the record deal, the stories that split time with that key event, and everything is reframed, before it and after it, because it has changed everything. I have always wanted this movie-worthy event, something that will change everything and grab me out of this waiting game into the whirlwind in front of me. I cry and cry at these movies, because I am still waiting for my own big moment. I had visions of life as an adventure, a thing to be celebrated and experienced, but all I was doing was going to work and coming home, and that wasn't what it looked like in the movies. John Lennon once said, 'Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.' For me, life is what was happening while I was busy waiting for my big moment. I was ready for it and believed that the rest of my life would fade into the background, and that my big moment would carry me through life like a lifeboat. The Big Moment, unfortunately, is an urban myth. Some people have them, in a sense, when they win the Heisman or become the next American Idol. But even that football player or that singer is living a life made up of more than that one moment. Life is a collection of a million, billion moments, tiny little moments and choices, like a handful of luminous, glowing pearl. It takes so much time, and so much work, and those beads and moments are so small, and so much less fabulous and dramatic than the movies. But this is what I'm finding, in glimpses and flashes: this is it. This is it, in the best possible way. That thing I'm waiting for, that adventure, that move-score-worthy experience unfolding gracefully. This is it. Normal, daily life ticking by on our streets and sidewalks, in our houses and apartments, in our beds and at our dinner tables, in our dreams and prayers and fights and secrets - this pedestrian life is the most precious thing any of use will ever experience.

Shauna Niequist
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