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Oh, what a charmed life I lead. Let me tell you about it.
It appears that most of my life has been lived out of bedrooms that weren't really bedrooms. And that's pretty much how I've wanted it. I am SO stingey, I can't even conceive of paying for a completely finished rectangular space with certified electrical outlets and regular bedroom windows.
The last "real bedroom" I lived in was off of Killingsworth in 2007. Before that, not including my shacking-up stint, it was the last unfinished corner of my parents' garage, which we'd sectioned off into the parents' bedroom, laundry room, and den. What remained as the tool room still had a roll-up door. So I could open up my bedroom on a nice summer day, reading in a bed-turned porch bench.
There was also a mass of bent nails hammered into the ceiling, for no apparent reason. While finishing and painting the walls, I took the time to paint the nails individually, muppetizing them into multicolored worms with googly-eyes and feathers.
Anyway, after Killingsworth and couch-surfing was the dining room, converted into a secret 5th bedroom. The arched entry way was covered to look like a complete wood-paneled wall with a shelf. a candle-stick above the shelf pulled a peg out of the floor, opening the door.
The rent was dirt-cheap, but the creative tenant..cy was falling away to increasingly unsavory characters.
Currently, I reside in a half-shed with built-in closet space and a bed platform. it's alright. the electrical outlets appear to be improvisational. but it's cozy, it's mine, and it's all that I want.
Out of my tiny "studio" I can live my life how I choose. I don't make much money, but I can save more, and cook, and party, and play, and sit at my drafting table, emitting critters from my fingertips.
Someday, a corny finished apartment in the grey suburbs might be the place for me. I'm not sure to what extent I take the "city life" for granted. Sure I'm indoorsy, but there's thai, indian, brazilian, japanese, vietnamese, and delicious ethical coffee one block away. As far as I can tell, it's awful nice, and I love my friends.
It appears that most of my life has been lived out of bedrooms that weren't really bedrooms. And that's pretty much how I've wanted it. I am SO stingey, I can't even conceive of paying for a completely finished rectangular space with certified electrical outlets and regular bedroom windows.
The last "real bedroom" I lived in was off of Killingsworth in 2007. Before that, not including my shacking-up stint, it was the last unfinished corner of my parents' garage, which we'd sectioned off into the parents' bedroom, laundry room, and den. What remained as the tool room still had a roll-up door. So I could open up my bedroom on a nice summer day, reading in a bed-turned porch bench.
There was also a mass of bent nails hammered into the ceiling, for no apparent reason. While finishing and painting the walls, I took the time to paint the nails individually, muppetizing them into multicolored worms with googly-eyes and feathers.
Anyway, after Killingsworth and couch-surfing was the dining room, converted into a secret 5th bedroom. The arched entry way was covered to look like a complete wood-paneled wall with a shelf. a candle-stick above the shelf pulled a peg out of the floor, opening the door.
The rent was dirt-cheap, but the creative tenant..cy was falling away to increasingly unsavory characters.
Currently, I reside in a half-shed with built-in closet space and a bed platform. it's alright. the electrical outlets appear to be improvisational. but it's cozy, it's mine, and it's all that I want.
Out of my tiny "studio" I can live my life how I choose. I don't make much money, but I can save more, and cook, and party, and play, and sit at my drafting table, emitting critters from my fingertips.
Someday, a corny finished apartment in the grey suburbs might be the place for me. I'm not sure to what extent I take the "city life" for granted. Sure I'm indoorsy, but there's thai, indian, brazilian, japanese, vietnamese, and delicious ethical coffee one block away. As far as I can tell, it's awful nice, and I love my friends.