The Long Goodbye
It was five years this April that I’ve lived in my Boulevard Park tree house. I was 25 years old when I moved in and it seems many lives ago; so much has happened in those few short years. I had made the move to be closer to the restaurant I was managing at the time. Shortly thereafter, I quit that job. This apartment has seen me through alcoholic boyfriends, bouts of celibacy, hypnotherapy, dark and tantalizing prospects, and many, many nights of e












