21. Buy a couch.
40. Find a new apartment.
Done and done. It is funny how things work out sometimes. I have been looking for a new apartment ever since August 9th and I tell you, just when you stop searching, calling and visiting, you find one that is just right. Not perfect, but right.
This new place is much smaller than the apartment I’ve been in for the past two years, but also much cheaper than what I’m currently paying. I’d like to call it cozy or full of
- Beautiful, large windows in the living room to let in the natural light = cheaper electric bill.
- A fireplace in the living room = perfect location to display the giant photograph of myself (I’m conceited, I’ve got a reason).
- No tub = HUGE disappointment but I must remind myself that I will have a place to shower at the end of each and every day. Who doesn’t sit down in the shower occasionally?
- Mini oven and fridge = smaller portion sizes. We all know I need a little bit of this in my life. (no joke, I gasped! when I saw the size of the oven and asked, “but how will I be able to cook my french fries.” yes Jona, they do indeed sell *smaller baking sheets)
And the perk that I am looking most forward to? Painting. I have lived in white walls with a lack of anything hung for the past two years thanks to my lovely, current landlord. This will be changing- very quickly. Paint can change the whole mood of a room. (insert cozy-ness… now) I’m psyched to say the least.
Oh, and I will be making my first big-girl purchase in a while: a couch. Also, for the past two years I have lived without a couch. Not a problem when you are living by yourself in a studio-ish type of apartment, but now with a living room, I’d like one. Not only for aesthetics, but for cuddling. I told you this blog was about to get sappy. Don’t hate on my happiness. I’ll surely post photographs once it’s delivered.
And now, this remaining portion of the program will be dedicated to my “old” apartment. You were my first and will probably always be my favorite. (insert tears. I’m seriously starting to cry):
- Oh, hardwood floors. You added wonderful charm and sense of home. You also made for easy clean up when Roscoe decided his litter box wasn’t suffice.
- Oh, kitchen. You didn’t have any storage but plenty of natural light, mini french doors and a big ‘ol sink. I learned I could leave the dishes for weeks on end, but unlike home, they wouldn’t get magically washed. I made a lot of good meals, a few bad ones, but a lot of memories.
- Oh, bathroom. I’m pretty sure I have the smallest sink in the world. And the best tub. I soaked in you for a least one evening a week, woke up to the natural light (and sometimes breeze) each morning, and enjoyed the shelf for all my girly products (and there are at least fifteen things up there). I cried, slept and thought about life in that tub and also made a new friend (you know who you are). You are my favorite place in the whole joint.
- Oh, freedom of being nakey. C’mon. Everyone loves to be nakey and when you realize that you can do ANYTHING nakey when you live alone, it is an amazing discovery.
- Oh, front porch with rocking chairs. You were peaceful enough for me to read a book. Or enjoy a meal. You were the place I karate- chopped through the front window. And threw numerous fits. But more importantly, you were there for first kisses and invites.
When I first moved into that apartment I had high hopes that someone else would too be joining me. And every day since the move in, and more recently after the breakup, I don’t like returning home alone. Not because I’m alone, but because I know what the “plan” for that apartment was. I need this fresh start. A new beginning- one without a plan. A new location where no one can find me unless I invite you in. A home away from home.
This couch will be my first step coming to terms that I am no longer living at home with my parents, nor will I be going back (fingers crossed people). Instead of treating this apartment like a dropping ground for all of my belongings like I did for my first, I will try to make it a little piece of me. After all, I am paying for it, so I should be enjoying it to it’s fullest potential. There will be a few DIY projects, probably a few frustrations, and much down-sizing and I can’t wait to share them all.
How about you? Have you ever had to physically move to start anew?