I had moved my meager possessions into a medium-sized room in a house or apartment building. I was contemplating living here, and I finally negotiated with the landlord. I agreed to stay for over 2 years.
When I was alone in the room, I lay back on the bed and looked up at the white ceiling. Although there was little attractive about the location of the building or about the room itself, I felt quite peaceful and content about the thought of living here. Even though I was still anxious to see more of the world, I would now have tremendous freedom and I would be able to use my time for writing.
Two years seemed like a long time to live here, but I figured it would probably take about two years before I would actually publish any of my writing. In the meantime, the most important thing was to use my freedom and direct my energies to writing.
I encountered Weinstein and told him about my new living quarters. It was my understanding that my room was located on the edge of New York City. Although I wasn't particularly interested in actually living in New York City, I did like the idea of having easy access to it.
Although I could go out one side of the house and reach New York City, what also attracted me about my location was that the other side was located next to the Gallia County Farm. I told Weinstein that my Cabin was back on top of the hill right behind where I was living and whenever I wanted, I could simply go up to the Cabin and have complete seclusion.
Since Weinstein lived nearby, I thought he might want to use the Cabin sometime and I offered it to him. I, however, wanted to make clear to him that the Cabin wasn't a place to have parties, but rather a sort of solitary retreat.
Weinstein was the only person I knew in New York City. I thought we would probably spend some time together since I would be living nearby. But I didn't want him to feel obligated to spend time with me simply because I didn't know anyone else here and so I thought it would be better if we spent a measured amount of time with each other. Overall I had the feeling things were going to work out just fine.
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