The apartment I've lived in for the last several months came to be known as "The Cave" because, well, it smelled like one.  Down at the bottom of a hill, no cross ventilation, the ground always moist, and dark most of the time ... it really did feel like being in a cave.

This weekend I moved up the hill to a new apartment, smaller, cheaper, and on the second story.  When I look out the window, or sit on my balcony, all I see are trees, and through the trees I see a "lake" (that's what they call it, but it's nothing more than a big pond).  I call this place my "Tree House" and, frankly, it's a lot like being in one.  Light, airy, and high in the air, it fits the description.

Because of a Comcast technicality, I'm currently without Internet, TV, or phone, because the former resident neglected to have her Comcast account shut down, and Comcast's system is so rigid that it refuses to let me move my account there while the other one is still active.  But they did manage to shut it off, and so for this weekend at least, it will REALLY be like living in a tree house.