Paint
I've moved along the process of securing my own place and making it my home. Sure there's not much furniture here yet, but probably around half my things are here at this point, boxed and bined up.
I've been painting the walls to help in making this place more mine. The colors for the most part are bold and primary. I tire so much of pastels. The carpet of course is a boring tannish beast, but its ignorable for the most part.
The place is two bed rooms, two bathrooms, living/dining area, kitchen, and extra storage in total. Its more than enough room for me. My place in WCH is alright, but I'm starting to really appreciate having space that I can spread out into. I've lived since August with restrictions of one sort or another. When I sent most my things off to Ohio around that time, I lived out of a few boxes and suitcases. In WCH I began to expand quickly but found I took up all my personal space almost instantly. I figured I could live with it, but I'm starting to realize that the confinement was kind of making me unhappy. I had lived a slightly cluttered existence with over twice the space previously. It was perhaps more unbearable than I've been willing to admit.
But that wasn't the reason I sought my own place. There were several good reasons to stay actually. Great roommates, fair rent, quiet area. But I found quickly that I kind of hate the drive between the Dayton area and WCH. As I move back and forth I'm doubly of that mind as each trip becomes another dull slog across a county and a half. I consider myself a safe driver. I avoid speeding unless its unsafe to do so (aka, avoiding a driver who isn't paying attention or everyone else is going 10 miles over and tailgating anyone who doesn't follow... bleh... I hate those times). And I like to think I pay good attention. But the more I do that drive, the more I feel I'm not doing as good a job as I should. Short trips I'm fine on, but that 45-60 minute trip one way is getting to me. And this isn't just me moving things over here this last week or so. But its certainly getting worse.
And so I painted the walls in two of the rooms so far. One more to go, but I'm not in a rush to do that one. The time nears when I should finish packing up the things at ye old place and get a truck to move the big items. I'll miss randomly chatting with Wolfie and company, but tis good for me to move on. Plus once I'm recovered from the move, I can always go bug them. And they can come bug me.
I think once things are in good form, I'll throw a shin dig of some sort. A small party, invite the folks I know in the area. Should be fun. But for now, my muscles still hurt from painting. Tis just not something I'm used to.
I've been painting the walls to help in making this place more mine. The colors for the most part are bold and primary. I tire so much of pastels. The carpet of course is a boring tannish beast, but its ignorable for the most part.
The place is two bed rooms, two bathrooms, living/dining area, kitchen, and extra storage in total. Its more than enough room for me. My place in WCH is alright, but I'm starting to really appreciate having space that I can spread out into. I've lived since August with restrictions of one sort or another. When I sent most my things off to Ohio around that time, I lived out of a few boxes and suitcases. In WCH I began to expand quickly but found I took up all my personal space almost instantly. I figured I could live with it, but I'm starting to realize that the confinement was kind of making me unhappy. I had lived a slightly cluttered existence with over twice the space previously. It was perhaps more unbearable than I've been willing to admit.
But that wasn't the reason I sought my own place. There were several good reasons to stay actually. Great roommates, fair rent, quiet area. But I found quickly that I kind of hate the drive between the Dayton area and WCH. As I move back and forth I'm doubly of that mind as each trip becomes another dull slog across a county and a half. I consider myself a safe driver. I avoid speeding unless its unsafe to do so (aka, avoiding a driver who isn't paying attention or everyone else is going 10 miles over and tailgating anyone who doesn't follow... bleh... I hate those times). And I like to think I pay good attention. But the more I do that drive, the more I feel I'm not doing as good a job as I should. Short trips I'm fine on, but that 45-60 minute trip one way is getting to me. And this isn't just me moving things over here this last week or so. But its certainly getting worse.
And so I painted the walls in two of the rooms so far. One more to go, but I'm not in a rush to do that one. The time nears when I should finish packing up the things at ye old place and get a truck to move the big items. I'll miss randomly chatting with Wolfie and company, but tis good for me to move on. Plus once I'm recovered from the move, I can always go bug them. And they can come bug me.
I think once things are in good form, I'll throw a shin dig of some sort. A small party, invite the folks I know in the area. Should be fun. But for now, my muscles still hurt from painting. Tis just not something I'm used to.