Over the past several months, here and on Facebook, I’ve written about my “adventures” here in Covington. I’ve written about how neighbors think I’m The Free Store. I’ve written about all the knocking on my window and how the Covington Police seem to be at my building on a daily basis.
I’ve written about the Cat Lady and I’ve written about the prostitution that seems to be everywhere in this city. I’ve written about the stray cats. I could give more examples, but I think you get the idea. Covington, Kentucky has been a rich source for material. It’s even made its way into my CityBeat column.
When it comes to the building I live in and the other tenants here, some friends have asked me if I’m afraid that when I move I won’t have any more “material” to write about. I’m not worried about that. If you pay attention to the people and situations around you, which I do, a writer will never run out of material. Covington will continue to be a goldmine.
But I’m tired of my building. I can’t say it any other way than that. Where I’m moving to is a much safer and secure place. Believe it or not, I haven’t written about everything I’ve experienced here and won’t until I’m settled into my new apartment. I’ve had some good times where I’m currently living but a lot of it has been—how do I put this?—horrible.
I’ve been waiting a long time for this move; have been on a waiting list for months. I’m ready for it and like always, I’ll keep you posted on how it goes. I’m looking forward to those new adventures I’ll be having in my new area in Downtown Covington.
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