The Henry Clay

Loa sat down at her laptop and began searching the internet to find her new home.

The cost of living in Louisville was lower than Seattle, so Loa knew rents would be more reasonable. That fact, combined with her new higher salary, meant she could live downtown. She was a city girl through and through. The idea of living in the heart of Louisville thrilled her.

Loa loved old things and found vintage buildings particularly charming. They were portals into the past, with their layers of paint on paint, exposed pipes, remnants of antique wiring, worn railings, creaky stairs, and even their musty old smells. There were mismatched cut ins in walls and staircases and passageways, and cupboards and closets in the most unexpected places. What Loa loved best were the subtly distorted images seen through wavy glass, which made her feel as if she’d traveled back in time.

She spent some time looking at the newer complexes, knowing it was far more prudent to go with all the modern conveniences, but she quickly abandoned that search. She started looking at the Victorian homes in Old Louisville that had been converted into apartments and condos. There were dozens, all reasonably priced.

Loa thought it would be smart to be within walking distance of her office building, so she shifted her search north towards the heart of the city. There was a great deal of…