No doubt y'all have been consumed by thoughts of "Where's Pinky?" for the past two weeks or so of my absence.. Well, I have a good reason for going to Radio Silence; I moved.

Now this was not your ordinary move by any stretch of the imagination, for several reasons. The first, and most obvious, is that I moved to a firehouse. Well, it's not really a firehouse anymore, hasn't been since the 1980's when it was shuttered by the city as a result of modern firetrucks being too big to fit through the doors. In the 90's a local businessman bought it and renovated it into a pretty epic house, only to have to relocate to North Carolina to take over a family business shorty after his dad passed away. I originally came to look at the property for a commercial venture I'm involved in, but as soon as I saw it I fell in love with it as a residence.

Anyway, the logistics of moving from a loft in the heart of the city to a firehouse in the heart of the city are, as you can imagine, sort of difficult. Add to this the Metric **** Ton of Useless Crap that I've accumulated over the years, and the normal density of an average day for me, and the result has been a several-week thrash of packing and unpacking from which I'm finally emerging.

Anyway, I figure you folks are the type who can appreciate living in a firehouse, especially given that the first floor is a 6000 square foot garage that still looks pretty much like a firehouse. The upper level definitely does not look like a firehouse anymore..

A few pics for your enjoyment:

(**** - the pics are on my phone. OK, pics to follow in a second...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wow. This is awesome.
If I was a cat and my choices were: 1. warm milk and tuna followed by sleeping on/next to something emitting heat. 2. living in this fire house.
I would choose the latter.

 

 

 

Fire pole gone, fire pole hole still here..

 

That's a 25' drop to terrazzo...

 

Ive been in your house before it was your house.

 

The Great Room is pretty huge, and has an Inglenook. (I thought it was a stage until I saw the plans which label this thing as an "Inglenook"... I didn't even know Inglenooks existed, and now I have one.

 

Art Walk, or do you know Ben?

 

Art Walk.

 

I want your house.

 

Swag casa. Mucho like! Congrats!

 

Very nice indeed! So, I assume you plan to find a new pole for the hole? If you don't, you should be evicted asap, and replaced with someone capable of fun.

 

Yeah, it's the end of the Art Walk Era at the firehouse.. I called DVI and let them know but still had a bunch of artists knocking on my door last week.

 

Lol- I prefer to be Someone Capable Of Obtaining Homeowners Insurance, so no pole...

(They made no such stipulation regarding bungee jumping through the hole however.... Hmmmmm.)