I made an appointment with a new massage therapist who’s right in the neighborhood – or so I thought.
“Oh no, I don’t work out of my home anymore,” she told me. “I see clients in a different location.” She started to give me directions which sounded very, very familiar.
Not only is her studio in the Hellmouth (where I used to live — long story if you don’t already know it), it’s on the street where I used to live (in a 150-year-old tavern/whorehouse). In fact, the building used to belong to my then-landlord, who owned the entire waterfront block. His house was built in 1697, and I was always dying to see the inside.
Today I finally got my chance. It has an indoor koi pond, a hot tub, a creekside pool house and a bunch of other cool stuff. Now it’s a bed & breakfast that people can also rent out for weddings and parties.
Something unexpected crossed off the bucket list!