Christmas Decorations.
It has been my experience that Christmas trees make houses (and apartments) feel like home. My family has always been big on decorating for Christmas. As a kid, that's why I thought people had basements. To store their Christmas decorations. When my parents got a new house a few years ago, the storage area in the basement was fitted with floor to ceiling, wall to wall shelves, so we would have somewhere to put the boxes and boxes of decorations we have amassed over the years.
I remember wrapping the door of my dorm with snowflake wrapping paper and a bow when I was 18. I like Christmas things.
I had decided a month ago, or so, to leave my tree up until I move somewhere in July. I like the feeling of reading on the couch in the warm glow of 100 milticolored minibulbs. I live alone. I see no problem with this. Yesterday, I was sitting in my apartment, minding my own business, when I suddenly was overcome with the urge to take down the cheer, box it up, and get it into the trunk of my car where I wouldn't have to look at it anymore. About half way through the dismembering I started to feel sad at the thought of my apartment without Christmas. I considered putting the ornaments back on, or even just letting it sit there half naked until the need for de-Christmafication disturbed me again, but I decided to just get it over with.
My apartment is HUGE without the stupid tree taking up so much room in the hallway! (When I say hallway, I actually mean the place in the middle when all of the rooms come together.) I feel like I could rollerskate here or something else that I might actually do that is equally space consuming.
Now, I just want to get rid of more stuff. I use my kitchen table very rarely and saw this really cute idea in a magazine last week, where you just stack books in neat towers and put vases or other nicknacks on them to make them look purposely not on shelves, so I could probably get rid of the bookcase too.
I remember wrapping the door of my dorm with snowflake wrapping paper and a bow when I was 18. I like Christmas things.
I had decided a month ago, or so, to leave my tree up until I move somewhere in July. I like the feeling of reading on the couch in the warm glow of 100 milticolored minibulbs. I live alone. I see no problem with this. Yesterday, I was sitting in my apartment, minding my own business, when I suddenly was overcome with the urge to take down the cheer, box it up, and get it into the trunk of my car where I wouldn't have to look at it anymore. About half way through the dismembering I started to feel sad at the thought of my apartment without Christmas. I considered putting the ornaments back on, or even just letting it sit there half naked until the need for de-Christmafication disturbed me again, but I decided to just get it over with.
My apartment is HUGE without the stupid tree taking up so much room in the hallway! (When I say hallway, I actually mean the place in the middle when all of the rooms come together.) I feel like I could rollerskate here or something else that I might actually do that is equally space consuming.
Now, I just want to get rid of more stuff. I use my kitchen table very rarely and saw this really cute idea in a magazine last week, where you just stack books in neat towers and put vases or other nicknacks on them to make them look purposely not on shelves, so I could probably get rid of the bookcase too.