She took a look at my apartment and thought less of me for it.
I’m happy she did, and I don’t blame her. I didn’t think too much of it at the time because I didn’t want that conventional default that she did.
Though I realise now that she expected it to all play out the way it was in her mind, maybe like in the movies – and a single studio apartment with rusty taps wasn’t it.
I don’t think she was strong enough to know the potential that a little bit of work could become.
The default is the predictable safe normality which appears too strong to ignore.