Rosalyn’s Hero (HEROES OF SLEEPY HOLLOW #3) by Gia Cobie EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Gia Cobie
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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ROSALYN
I still haven’t gotten used to how quiet it is.
The studio space I used to share in Queens was always filled with noise
—one of the artists playing their music loud enough to hear through their
headphones, cars honking and sirens blaring outside, the old boiler creaking
and moaning, sounding like it was on the verge of dying.
I didn’t mind it, exactly. It was all a part of the excitement of living in
the city. The near-constant buzz a reminder that I was there. I was doing it.
All my childhood dreams were coming true.
It was like I’d always imagined—actually making a living as an artist,
working until well after midnight in a big, drafty space with views of the
city, surrounded by other talented artists who’d inspire me.
Except.
After four years of it, I realized those dreams don’t really fit me. They
might fit a romanticized version of me—outgoing, urbane—but the real
me? Not really.
I still love working as an artist, but I could pass on the rest of it.
Living in the city that never sleeps? I like quiet nights and black skies lit
by a swathe of stars.
All the people? Sharing a workspace? The other artists always bringing
their friends or partners around, insisting on drawing me into their
conversation? I’m not as shy as I used to be, but being social is still a
struggle. Especially with people I don’t know well.
The drafty studio in an old factory in Queens? It was cold. Creepy. And
I was constantly worried that someone’s space heater would overheat and
burn the entire place down.
I didn’t really love working after midnight, either. Walking around the
city during the day was one thing, but late at night, with only the pepper
spray and alert whistle my cousin insisted I carry with me everywhere? At
thirty-four, I shouldn’t have let it scare me, but it did.
So this move to Sleepy Hollow has been good for me.
It took a while to get here—first realizing that New York City was
making me unhappy, coming up with a plan to fix it, and then actually
making it happen.
I saved everything I could; selling my extra paintings,
picking up commissions for wealthy New Yorkers who would pay a
premium for me to paint their portrait, and teaching extra classes at the
university. Then I scoured real estate listings for months until I found the
perfect spot—this tiny, rundown storefront in Sleepy Hollow—to turn into
my new studio.
Right now, it’s not much to look at. It needs new paint and floors, the
sink leaks, there’s water damage in a few places, and half the outlets don’t
work. “It’s too small for most proprietors to be interested in it,” the realtor
explained as she showed me the space. “They want bigger. Updated spaces.
And they don’t like that it’s not on the main street.”
I didn’t mind. Off the main street that cuts through downtown Sleepy
Hollow means it’s quieter. And I don’t need big—just enough space to
display my paintings, and hopefully, once I’ve gotten settled, some other
local artists as well.
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