The lady next door in thingsaway
Watching the slow creep of the blood moon this past April was one of several recent events I experienced with my ex. We shared that magical moment because, over a decade after our breakup, he moved in next door. In Los Angeles — population: 3. Katie and I are happily chatting, going straight to the heart of everything with a generous sprinkling of inside jokes. Things are cordial. The cross streets he answers with are alarmingly close to mine.