End in Sight
The bedroom, it is almost done. I just need to paint the trim and voila, I have a little jewelry box to sleep in. The living room still has a LOT to be done, but it's all a one color, one coat extravaganza. It just happens to require three walls! But in about 2 hours, it will be done. All will remain is a little bit of touch up on the trim (cause I slip) and the ceiling (cause the area around the light fixture is ABYSMAL-you know who you are.) Anyway, I am almost done painting (ignoring the foyer/kitchen/bath.)
But I'll take the accomplishments I can!
I'm so happy that this is almost done. Seriously. I really do feel like the apartment is finished even though it's only two rooms.
To be fair, I'm waiting on the Foyer and Kitchen until I determine if I can get an oven or not. If that's going to happen, I want to wait until it's in before I paint those two rooms in case of bumping and scratching during installation. And the bathroom needs to be fixed. I mentioned it to the superintendent, who might have come by while I was out, but he didn't do anything about the fact that I can see exposed wood in the bathroom. He pulled out some shelves to put in a shower curtain, and I was under the impression it needed patching. I sure hope it does, cause it's going to look ugly under paint if it doesn't!
Once I get my super here I'll be all set to proceed with the other three rooms over the next month or so. I wish I had more guts, but I feel bad hassling him since I'm not a "real" tenant due to my uber fabulous arrangement. I've never had a super I could ask things of before, and I don't feel right doing it now because I don't feel I have any grounds to be demanding. What is a super even responsible for?? I suppose I should just talk to my landlady :D about it! Though she'll probably just tell me to get over it and have him get stuff done, being as that it's his job and all.
Anyway, the point is, I almost have a home again!! I have spent a month essentially homeless. Living with Clark in BedStuy has been very nice, but I want to unpack my boxes, and have a place to call my own. I want somewhere that I can go to in the middle of a busy day that isn't an hour train ride with 2-3 transfers. I want to wake up in my apartment, make a cup of tea, and go for a run in Central Park (does that not sound AMAZING??) Finally, I am at the point where that is a reality.
I've only slept here a couple nights since I officially received the keys. The paint fumes keep sending me scurrying back to Brooklyn so I can wake up without a pounding headache. Which is a good thing, because the reprieves mean I keep showing up EXCITED about my home. Home. Funny that. I get to create a whole new home.
New York has always been home to me on a certain level. I'm still surprised by how well I know this city, having not lived here in 4 years. I still have to check certain subway connections, but 90% of the time my intuition is right. I can give people directions, and I know the different neighborhoods. It's a rather neat experience actually. To move back to somewhere and feel like I know it even better than I did before.
For the first time ever I will be living alone. I am relishing the prospect. The idea that this place is mine. I am responsible for it's upkeep, the dishes, and everything else. I have no one else to blame when the bathroom is disgusting, and this fact actually delights me! It's strange, but having my own place means I will have to do things for ME. I'm a people pleaser that loves to do things for others, but cleaning my bathroom when I'm the only person here means I'm doing it for me. I don't do enough for me I think...though that's definitely changing! Moving to NY is evidence enough of that.
So this is the beginning I guess. It's taken a while to get here, but I really do feel I'm at the beginning of my time in New York. Everyone can just ignore the fact that I've already been here for a month! Sigh. Are there ever true beginnings? Life just keeps rolling along and it seems that the only time you can truly define a moment is when you choose to put that title to it. Otherwise, it all kind of falls into itself, continuing the forward momentum.
I've already been living here so fully, but now I get to live here fully and have a base. I have grounding again. I love being a gypsy, but it will be nice to have some true stability in my life. An apartment to call my own. Yay!!
But I'll take the accomplishments I can!
I'm so happy that this is almost done. Seriously. I really do feel like the apartment is finished even though it's only two rooms.
To be fair, I'm waiting on the Foyer and Kitchen until I determine if I can get an oven or not. If that's going to happen, I want to wait until it's in before I paint those two rooms in case of bumping and scratching during installation. And the bathroom needs to be fixed. I mentioned it to the superintendent, who might have come by while I was out, but he didn't do anything about the fact that I can see exposed wood in the bathroom. He pulled out some shelves to put in a shower curtain, and I was under the impression it needed patching. I sure hope it does, cause it's going to look ugly under paint if it doesn't!
Once I get my super here I'll be all set to proceed with the other three rooms over the next month or so. I wish I had more guts, but I feel bad hassling him since I'm not a "real" tenant due to my uber fabulous arrangement. I've never had a super I could ask things of before, and I don't feel right doing it now because I don't feel I have any grounds to be demanding. What is a super even responsible for?? I suppose I should just talk to my landlady :D about it! Though she'll probably just tell me to get over it and have him get stuff done, being as that it's his job and all.
Anyway, the point is, I almost have a home again!! I have spent a month essentially homeless. Living with Clark in BedStuy has been very nice, but I want to unpack my boxes, and have a place to call my own. I want somewhere that I can go to in the middle of a busy day that isn't an hour train ride with 2-3 transfers. I want to wake up in my apartment, make a cup of tea, and go for a run in Central Park (does that not sound AMAZING??) Finally, I am at the point where that is a reality.
I've only slept here a couple nights since I officially received the keys. The paint fumes keep sending me scurrying back to Brooklyn so I can wake up without a pounding headache. Which is a good thing, because the reprieves mean I keep showing up EXCITED about my home. Home. Funny that. I get to create a whole new home.
New York has always been home to me on a certain level. I'm still surprised by how well I know this city, having not lived here in 4 years. I still have to check certain subway connections, but 90% of the time my intuition is right. I can give people directions, and I know the different neighborhoods. It's a rather neat experience actually. To move back to somewhere and feel like I know it even better than I did before.
For the first time ever I will be living alone. I am relishing the prospect. The idea that this place is mine. I am responsible for it's upkeep, the dishes, and everything else. I have no one else to blame when the bathroom is disgusting, and this fact actually delights me! It's strange, but having my own place means I will have to do things for ME. I'm a people pleaser that loves to do things for others, but cleaning my bathroom when I'm the only person here means I'm doing it for me. I don't do enough for me I think...though that's definitely changing! Moving to NY is evidence enough of that.
So this is the beginning I guess. It's taken a while to get here, but I really do feel I'm at the beginning of my time in New York. Everyone can just ignore the fact that I've already been here for a month! Sigh. Are there ever true beginnings? Life just keeps rolling along and it seems that the only time you can truly define a moment is when you choose to put that title to it. Otherwise, it all kind of falls into itself, continuing the forward momentum.
I've already been living here so fully, but now I get to live here fully and have a base. I have grounding again. I love being a gypsy, but it will be nice to have some true stability in my life. An apartment to call my own. Yay!!