Misperception

Chapter 2 - Moira

Two Sundays have passed. The additions and divisions are finally finished. Today I'll have the overall look on the place to start deciding the colours and pieces of furniture that I'll need. I don't want it to be a masculine office nor a grayish dull one. What shall I do !. I'll first have the final look and will let the place talk to me. I'm sure it will tell me exactly what it needs and prefers to be complimented by.

My little red mini cooper is comfortably stashed in the garage. Her name is Minnie because she reminds me very much of Minnie mouse. From now on I'll be using my dear ugly Olive, the ugliest jeep wrangler that you can ever see. She gives me a bigger prestige that is very much needed with my petite stature. So Olive, common lets go ..

Every time I approach the huge brick factory I've to stand  still for a moment on the other side of the street, and take my time to admire the beautiful building that survived the years. I wonder about the lives of the workers whom once came to work here. Did they ever thought that I'll inhabit their work place !. Did they like it as much as I like it or was it just a dull building they come to and spend their energy in it for minimum wages !. Buildings have stories .. many stories they can tell .. buildings are alive.

After taking my time admiring the dear old building, I'm approaching the main door and I know I'll find my name on the intercom list for the first time. What a joy this is. Here is the key and .. woo woo watch out .. let me help you. A big girl carrying even bigger many grocery bags while having difficulty opening the door. Her grocery bags have started to spill their contents on the stairs and the pavement.

I rushed to support her, as she was about to have a fall on the stairs herself. She straighten herself and collected the spilled cans, while I opened the door and took some bags from her. She is a big girl wearing a very large dress that I guess at least three sizes bigger than hers. A dress with long wide sleeves and some layers from the waist down that cause her to struggle more than the really great amount of bags she is carrying I don't know how do. When she looked at me to say thanks I was stunned. What a pretty face !. She is really a very pretty girl who knows nothing about what and how to dress. How on earth can this beauty swim inside these rags !.

I understood she is a neighbor as I helped her with the bags to her flat's door on the second floor. Her flat is located under my roof area. She opened the door and I involuntarily entered behind her to deliver the bags I'm carrying. Her open kitchen was immediately right to the door so I did put the grocery bags on the kitchen table and was turning to leave. Her voice came shy and sweet telling me. "I saw you before in the building, I understand you have rented the third floor !?". Among my amazement from the sweet silky voice coming from these flying rags she wears I only said yes I did.

" so you are my new neighbor ! .. I'm happy it is you who took the third floor so now I'm not the only female in the building"

I smiled and said "well, it is good to know I'm not alone as well"

"I'm Moira Rushworth by the way" .. and she extended her hand to shake mine.

I shook her hand and said " hello Moira, it is nice to meet you. I'm Jane Austin with a smile and my usual sentence -no I didn't write neither Emma nor pride and prejudice, my name is written with an "i" while hers is with an "e"- .. still smiling my famous big smile"

"Nice to meet you too Jane and thank you very much for the help with the bags crises"

"Not at all. I'm always happy to help my neighbors specially if they are pretty young girls with many many grocery bags"

A shy smile came to Moira's pretty face as if she didn't believe what she has just heard *low self esteem .. first diagnosis*

Moira offered to make coffee as a small neighborly welcome to me. I accepted and took the chance to wonder about her living room area outside the open kitchen counters. In amazement I started to look around me. Without a doubt Moira is a neat freak, her living room was tidy, clean, and lacking even a speck of dust. Cream and coffee colours all around, with few distractions of dark blue, olive green, and sharp red embedded in details. Very welcoming floor tiles, those that resemble old wood in shape and texture but not wood. Lovely tiles to give the impression of wood but are easier to clean. Monotonous few carpets contributing more to enforce the furniture and wall details on you. I love the idea of carpets playing as an enhancing background.