Space: 2004
Music really does soothe the savage beast I think. With all my self-instituted misery and drama yesterday, I came to my Josh Groban songs on my MP3 player and they totally calmed me down and took me away to a slightly more peaceful mind set. Mi Mancharia (Il Postino) may very well be one of my top three favorite songs of all time. Every time I hear it, it takes me back to WWI and Hemingway’s ’A Farewell to Arms’ and a much different, younger world. It seems so silly to explain it that way, but there is a mood set with the music that is inescapably intriguing to me.
The El ride home my head felt like it was going to erupt. This head cold is not a kind one and my nose was all red and sore from using paper towels to blow it all day. I got to my mailbox and the keys for my new place were in there, stapled to a checklist my landlord needs me to fill out concerning any issues with my old place. I dropped off my bag and threw on a T-shirt, then went down to check out the new apartment.
My memory is an amazing thing. I can describe guys on the train to a ’T’ but I’ll be damned if my memories of this apartment weren’t completely off. Granted, I had set in my mind I wanted the fourth floor one at the time and only checked this one out because it was the first he had available to see. It wasn’t bad per say, just my memory of the walk through had some things in different places and other things bigger than they turned out to be.
One thing is for certain, I have about fifty times more closet space than I did before. I won’t have to have boxes and clothes sitting out in the open. Everything can be stored away and put behind closed doors. This honestly excited me. The area in the kitchen where I planned on putting a table was a little smaller than I remember it being, but it’s not horribly small. I just won’t be able to use the retro kitchen table in my parents crawlspace. I’ll need something more like a bar table with stools.
The kitchen rack I currently use as a TV stand will be able to go back in the kitchen. I’ve got a ton more counter space because I have a double wide sink instead of single. And, tons more cabinet space as well. The freezer/fridge is slightly smaller. No real big deal there. The living room might be too small for my couch, TV and a computer desk. The computer might have to end up in my bedroom, which I am not too hot about since I spend so much time watching TV and surfing at the same time. I’ll just have to make do though.
I don’t think a queen size bed will really fit right in the new bedroom, and I am not really hellbent on having anything huge so I’ll be taking my parents up on their offer and get a full. I need to get a computer desk (the same old song I’ve been singing for two years). A new TV stand as well. Ikea has these metal, locker-looking cabinets. I thought I could get two of them, put them together with the TV in the middle and all my components inside.
The bathroom is slightly claustrophobic. It’s got a door into the closet and one out into the hall. And, the toilet paper holder is above the radiator, straight across from the toilet. Kind of odd there. But, my medicine cabinet again is abundantly more spacious. This new place is all about storage space it seems.
The wall just to the right when you walk in the door is kinda scary. The paint is all rough and funky like someone painted over a piece of carpeting and there is an old, large buzzer contraption in the wall. Obviously left over from about five decades ago when they had buzzers at the front door. I am thinking my DVD rack can go right in front of it and hide it well. Actually, all the walls in general have that ’painted over fifty times’ look to them. I’m sure once I get settled though the place will feel less sterile and more like home. I’m thinking it’s time I finally experiment with house plants again. And, get some curtains for the windows.
My problem is, number one, I am colorblind, so any kind of decorating ability is immediately hindered there. Secondly, I am not sure I even have decorating ability to be hindered. I want this place to be comfortable and ’me’ even though in the same breath the spiritual hippy in me is saying I shouldn’t be living in the world of possessions.
I had a few ideas about my studio I tossed around for years and did nothing about. I literally had boxes I didn’t unpack for over a year living there. I want to get settled quickly into this new place. Maybe a little positive energy in establishing a home right away might carry over and pick my whiny ass up off the floor.
My little bathroom rack won’t fit over my new toilet, so I am going to try selling it in my building for like ten bucks and see if I can get a buyer. I also thought about selling my twin bed too, not sure if that’s a disgusting thing to do or not. Thought maybe thirty bucks would be a nice price and make it go away quickly. I have a feeling my credit cards are going to be going back up a bit again. I’m trying not to ask myself if I think I made the right decision doing all this.
I had no real plan as far as yesterday went. I just started grabbing totes and boxes and taking them down there. Emptied a few to make room for more stuff to bring down. I pretty much had over half my stuff moved down there in less than an hour. I still have all my dishes and my electronics to go. Since I am paying for my modem till Friday, and then will be without for four days I really didn’t want to move my PC until the last minute. I don’t want to start cleaning and organizing the new place until the old one is cleaned. Which is supposed to happen tonight. Then tomorrow I’ll move the couch and the bed and that’ll be the end of it.
If I don’t go out and get drunk Friday night, I can start right up with settling in when I get home. I was debating trying to finagle someone to take me to Ikea on Saturday or let me borrow their car. Only problem is, I am so non-committal when it comes to furniture shopping. I am terrified to buy anything for fear that it’ll look stupid or not work. My parents are now coming down on Sunday with the rest of the stuff and I’d really like to have the place presentable by then so my mom doesn’t think I am destitute (which she would have, had she seen the studio).
I want to be miserable, but I suppose I am a bit upbeat about all this. A few hours of makeover shows and I’ll be ready to redesign my entire life. Speaking of which, I am absolutely in love with Tristen from the 'Queer Eye Uk Edition'. I think he is one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. The episode before the one last night I saw, they were all out on this guy’s roof deck shirtless and I was like "holy crap". They make all the US Queer Eye guys look like fat pigs. And Tristen has tats all over. How can you not fricken love that?
The El ride home my head felt like it was going to erupt. This head cold is not a kind one and my nose was all red and sore from using paper towels to blow it all day. I got to my mailbox and the keys for my new place were in there, stapled to a checklist my landlord needs me to fill out concerning any issues with my old place. I dropped off my bag and threw on a T-shirt, then went down to check out the new apartment.
My memory is an amazing thing. I can describe guys on the train to a ’T’ but I’ll be damned if my memories of this apartment weren’t completely off. Granted, I had set in my mind I wanted the fourth floor one at the time and only checked this one out because it was the first he had available to see. It wasn’t bad per say, just my memory of the walk through had some things in different places and other things bigger than they turned out to be.
One thing is for certain, I have about fifty times more closet space than I did before. I won’t have to have boxes and clothes sitting out in the open. Everything can be stored away and put behind closed doors. This honestly excited me. The area in the kitchen where I planned on putting a table was a little smaller than I remember it being, but it’s not horribly small. I just won’t be able to use the retro kitchen table in my parents crawlspace. I’ll need something more like a bar table with stools.
The kitchen rack I currently use as a TV stand will be able to go back in the kitchen. I’ve got a ton more counter space because I have a double wide sink instead of single. And, tons more cabinet space as well. The freezer/fridge is slightly smaller. No real big deal there. The living room might be too small for my couch, TV and a computer desk. The computer might have to end up in my bedroom, which I am not too hot about since I spend so much time watching TV and surfing at the same time. I’ll just have to make do though.
I don’t think a queen size bed will really fit right in the new bedroom, and I am not really hellbent on having anything huge so I’ll be taking my parents up on their offer and get a full. I need to get a computer desk (the same old song I’ve been singing for two years). A new TV stand as well. Ikea has these metal, locker-looking cabinets. I thought I could get two of them, put them together with the TV in the middle and all my components inside.
The bathroom is slightly claustrophobic. It’s got a door into the closet and one out into the hall. And, the toilet paper holder is above the radiator, straight across from the toilet. Kind of odd there. But, my medicine cabinet again is abundantly more spacious. This new place is all about storage space it seems.
The wall just to the right when you walk in the door is kinda scary. The paint is all rough and funky like someone painted over a piece of carpeting and there is an old, large buzzer contraption in the wall. Obviously left over from about five decades ago when they had buzzers at the front door. I am thinking my DVD rack can go right in front of it and hide it well. Actually, all the walls in general have that ’painted over fifty times’ look to them. I’m sure once I get settled though the place will feel less sterile and more like home. I’m thinking it’s time I finally experiment with house plants again. And, get some curtains for the windows.
My problem is, number one, I am colorblind, so any kind of decorating ability is immediately hindered there. Secondly, I am not sure I even have decorating ability to be hindered. I want this place to be comfortable and ’me’ even though in the same breath the spiritual hippy in me is saying I shouldn’t be living in the world of possessions.
I had a few ideas about my studio I tossed around for years and did nothing about. I literally had boxes I didn’t unpack for over a year living there. I want to get settled quickly into this new place. Maybe a little positive energy in establishing a home right away might carry over and pick my whiny ass up off the floor.
My little bathroom rack won’t fit over my new toilet, so I am going to try selling it in my building for like ten bucks and see if I can get a buyer. I also thought about selling my twin bed too, not sure if that’s a disgusting thing to do or not. Thought maybe thirty bucks would be a nice price and make it go away quickly. I have a feeling my credit cards are going to be going back up a bit again. I’m trying not to ask myself if I think I made the right decision doing all this.
I had no real plan as far as yesterday went. I just started grabbing totes and boxes and taking them down there. Emptied a few to make room for more stuff to bring down. I pretty much had over half my stuff moved down there in less than an hour. I still have all my dishes and my electronics to go. Since I am paying for my modem till Friday, and then will be without for four days I really didn’t want to move my PC until the last minute. I don’t want to start cleaning and organizing the new place until the old one is cleaned. Which is supposed to happen tonight. Then tomorrow I’ll move the couch and the bed and that’ll be the end of it.
If I don’t go out and get drunk Friday night, I can start right up with settling in when I get home. I was debating trying to finagle someone to take me to Ikea on Saturday or let me borrow their car. Only problem is, I am so non-committal when it comes to furniture shopping. I am terrified to buy anything for fear that it’ll look stupid or not work. My parents are now coming down on Sunday with the rest of the stuff and I’d really like to have the place presentable by then so my mom doesn’t think I am destitute (which she would have, had she seen the studio).
I want to be miserable, but I suppose I am a bit upbeat about all this. A few hours of makeover shows and I’ll be ready to redesign my entire life. Speaking of which, I am absolutely in love with Tristen from the 'Queer Eye Uk Edition'. I think he is one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. The episode before the one last night I saw, they were all out on this guy’s roof deck shirtless and I was like "holy crap". They make all the US Queer Eye guys look like fat pigs. And Tristen has tats all over. How can you not fricken love that?