117 water st #3
boston, ma 02109
1 bed, 1 bath
750-900 sqft
Gorgeous, 1 bedroom apartment loft in the heart of Downtown Boston. Under went renovations in the summer of 2014 from previous owner. Unit features a cozy open bedroom. Great closet space in an adjacent walk way, in unit washer dryer and a wonderful open kitchen with granite countertops, breakfast bar, gas range and brand new stainless steel appliances. Hardwood floors run throughout, and a mixture of recessed and colored LED lighting for a controllable atmospheric effect. High ceilings and windows are in place. This space is modernized with hints of an industrial flair. A getaway, home, and rouse for entertaining guests if owner chooses to. Located on the 3rd floor of a jewel of a building.
the bedroom
the kitchen
the bathroom
the living room
closet space
tracing steps · 04/28
Four months had escaped, and in the time spent, he acquired more fire power than one needed. He wasn't a doomsday prep, or the guy that plotted for the survival incase a wipe out of the human population occurred due to the zombie apocalypse. No, this wasn't Nathan's doing as it puzzled him each time he stepped foot in the second home. Fuzzy of memory trying to pull the pieces together when all he knew was signing the papers of ownership. It was a while back, and he was sure the money wasn't equal to his salary. No, this was something more. Zeros and commas tacked on for doing deeds that still kept him up in the late hours of the night. As for the revelation of why and when, he sorted through the murky waters with a beer clutched into his hand. The pad was away from the enclosed neighborhood, just outside of greater Boston but close enough to be part of the Metro area. Having a leeway on what was happening at the start of the week, he spent several nights on the roof top, with the access to it.
Beer, a glass filled with jack, or blowing smoke that filled his lungs of both nicotine or ganja. He needed something and was missing it. Not understanding why but always bringing him to this place. Months at a time, his body tried to adjust to the difference in a week here or there where he seemed out of his rotten mind, and the chance that he hadn't been, it all became the more confusing. Unlocking the closet with a key he had installed for safety, there was a stiff push to open as he sauntered in half drunk. The light brightened by his movements, white walls shown off the artillery he had no business of holding so close to where he occasionally sleep, but a snap in sanity must have driven him to it. Legal or not, he had to find another way to keep his possessions under wraps. The very special reason that one or two know of the place, from that he could remember. He grew paranoid at processing any logic behind the space that was gutted out.
A stroll took him from the door to the chair that sat in front two custom screens. Systems were up, it seemed, and hadn't been powered down since he stepped inside his home. Mini shots of his loft and on the outside of the floor he stayed, all lined up for him to see. Cameras in spots not blind for his eye to see. He watched on as no one, not even a critter crossed the scene. One touch at the command center's keyboard, and the screens of viewing minimized. Browser was pulled up with the search engine at it's rawest page. The cursor waiting for a question to be filled, random words to check out, but all he did was sit back letting the screen remain the way it was.
Blank. His head felt the same as a stride was almost made in figuring out his place. A little lost in the recess of thought, seeking out any tangible idea that brought him back to the place of solace. Thinking of seeing his woman was out of the question. One of a few reasons but he knew being an inch of stubborn or afraid would only drive separation he wasn't ready for. He felt the queasiness of it again. Wanting to jet from his spot, the calling of alcohol echoed through the cracked closet door. The same one he did not remember having contractors rearrange and knock out a wall for. The sudden tense sitting in his own foulness seemed to stem for all the wrong doing that was inescapable. Heavy his chest became when he shot up to remove himself. There was no chance of powering down the system, because it would be his savior if any movements outside or above his home were captured, alerting him of the ruin he could avoid.
Shake of his wrist he grabbed the set of keys and back tracked as a dead trail ended where the cause of deaths to come were locked in that room. High then low his dark eyes scaled the walls to what had amounted to an existence of himself he did not know. From behind the veil, his reminder lurked on, possibly grimacing for the day to extract into the world Nathan new so well. On one hand he was drawn further away from it as the truth of the matter read like a dead end. No pay out or end game was there and he felt it. Making amends would be his way of feeling content as it was, and still remained a struggle no matter what he continued to tell himself. Socked feet lead him out and he locked the door behind. Tapping with a palm, as if it would secure itself.
Four months had escaped, and in the time spent, he acquired more fire power than one needed. He wasn't a doomsday prep, or the guy that plotted for the survival incase a wipe out of the human population occurred due to the zombie apocalypse. No, this wasn't Nathan's doing as it puzzled him each time he stepped foot in the second home. Fuzzy of memory trying to pull the pieces together when all he knew was signing the papers of ownership. It was a while back, and he was sure the money wasn't equal to his salary. No, this was something more. Zeros and commas tacked on for doing deeds that still kept him up in the late hours of the night. As for the revelation of why and when, he sorted through the murky waters with a beer clutched into his hand. The pad was away from the enclosed neighborhood, just outside of greater Boston but close enough to be part of the Metro area. Having a leeway on what was happening at the start of the week, he spent several nights on the roof top, with the access to it.