You are looking at a screen shot of a Google Street View of the building where my boyfriend and I will be living in Miami Beach, provided that my renters application is accepted and the credit check goes through.
I mean, seriously, look at the building; those are banana trees. The building has a name, and on top of that, the building is named The Everglades, just in case you haven’t realized you’re in Florida. There’s even a fountain in the middle of the courtyard, a fountain surrounded by banana trees in front of a goddamn building called The Everglades.
A part of me wants to start clicking randomly around the screen, just to see if I can trigger some sort of web page easter egg; maybe I can get Google Maps to start playing Conga or the cast of Cocoon can pop-up out of the shrubs or something.
In theory, in less than ten weeks from now, I’ll be looking at this image taken from a camera on top of some car going twenty miles per hour and I’ll be saying “I live here.” Less than a year from now, I’ll be saying “this is home.” Or maybe more than a year from now.
Or maybe it’ll be sooner than that. I don’t know. I hope so.
Maybe if I click on this door enough times, Wilford Brimley will come out and offer me oatmeal.
