Goodbye, Love Boat.
As of today, I have 21 days left at the Love Boat.
Disclaimer: By "Love Boat," I mean my apartment in Irvine. Harhar.
Then it's back to my life at Diamond Bar... in a room far less familiar than the one I live in now. Morris has already moved out (and is frolicking around in Taiwan, actually) and the room already seems sadder. I'm having a hard time taking the initiative to begin moving and, I guess, dealing with the idea of letting go of everything. Detachment anxiety, anyone?
This might sound crazy to other people, but the ones that know me best understand that it's so much more than just moving my things and, esentially, moving on in life. This bedroom--this apartment!--has been my "home" for the past three years (and for anyone in college, this is a lot considering how often we move around). But even beyond that, I've spent the last three years making this my home. Spent endless nights painting mantle decor and bookcases and spent days (that never seem to be long enough) in IKEA and Michael's to find a new project to work on... or a new area of the apartment to decorate. So, yes, moving out means letting these things go. Whether they end up in someone else's apartment or land next to the dumpster, they've served me well. Function and practicality... but also quite pleasing to the eyes.
And so, a collection of photos dedicated to my bedroom at the Love Boat. For memory's sake... and shits and giggles, I suppose.
Magnet strips I put up on all the bedroom doors.
The personalized magnet clips were used to hold mail, reminders, photos, and other goodies (as shown).
Close-up of the personalized magnet clips. If you can't tell, it's me and the boyfriend. <3
Our oh-so-comfortable bed!
My CADC graduation sash & 2x4 referee jersey are pinned to the wall.
My cabinet basketball jersey was taken down to represent at Body Rock. Holla!
Close-up of the paintings I made for the room when I first moved in.
First paintings ever, actually.
Bookshelf (which I bought at a garage sale, refurbished, and painted).
It served as my storage area for...just about everything.
And more importantly, served as my vanity area.
Frontal view of my bookshelf & vanity area.
Close-up of my necklaces held by hooks placed in the wall.
Close-up of my make-up area. Love those containers.
Close-up of my make-shift ring holder and bracelet holders.
Red wall coat hanger from IKEA.
Spot the Hello Kitty hat? I believe one of the first gifts from Morris before we were dating.
Area above my desk.
3-D squares painted to match my room and used to showcase photos, memorabilia, and other knick-knacks.
Farther shot. The area is a little messy, but can you really blame me?
Close-up of 3-D squares.
Money lei made by Morris and given to me at my college graduation! :D
Desk organizer. It's kind of a mess at this point, but has treated me well.
It spins and rotates! So, no complaining here.
Some other memorable knick-knacks:
I've posted some of these before, but don't really care.
Our Love Boat mantle piece. Made all in a night's labor.
For detailed post on its birth, visit http://steppie.livejournal.com/56227.html.
Our beautiful shower curtain!
It's quite sexy, no?
So, as previously mentioned, we have 21 more days at the apartment and we're on our last roll of toilet paper. I thought I'd make little memos near the toilet to remind everyone. We'll see how far we can go without another trip to Target for toilet paper.
The post-it on the left was posted opposite of the toilet...
for ladies and those that were taking a poopie break.
The post-it on the right was posted on the same side as the toilet...
for boys and those that stand when they pee.
Gotta think of everyone, right?
So, I guess that's it in a nutshell. A very, very big nutshell.
Countdown to the 21 days is nearing.
What should I do with everything? Ideas?
Disclaimer: By "Love Boat," I mean my apartment in Irvine. Harhar.
Then it's back to my life at Diamond Bar... in a room far less familiar than the one I live in now. Morris has already moved out (and is frolicking around in Taiwan, actually) and the room already seems sadder. I'm having a hard time taking the initiative to begin moving and, I guess, dealing with the idea of letting go of everything. Detachment anxiety, anyone?
This might sound crazy to other people, but the ones that know me best understand that it's so much more than just moving my things and, esentially, moving on in life. This bedroom--this apartment!--has been my "home" for the past three years (and for anyone in college, this is a lot considering how often we move around). But even beyond that, I've spent the last three years making this my home. Spent endless nights painting mantle decor and bookcases and spent days (that never seem to be long enough) in IKEA and Michael's to find a new project to work on... or a new area of the apartment to decorate. So, yes, moving out means letting these things go. Whether they end up in someone else's apartment or land next to the dumpster, they've served me well. Function and practicality... but also quite pleasing to the eyes.
And so, a collection of photos dedicated to my bedroom at the Love Boat. For memory's sake... and shits and giggles, I suppose.
Magnet strips I put up on all the bedroom doors.
The personalized magnet clips were used to hold mail, reminders, photos, and other goodies (as shown).
Close-up of the personalized magnet clips. If you can't tell, it's me and the boyfriend. <3
Our oh-so-comfortable bed!
My CADC graduation sash & 2x4 referee jersey are pinned to the wall.
My cabinet basketball jersey was taken down to represent at Body Rock. Holla!
Close-up of the paintings I made for the room when I first moved in.
First paintings ever, actually.
Bookshelf (which I bought at a garage sale, refurbished, and painted).
It served as my storage area for...just about everything.
And more importantly, served as my vanity area.
Frontal view of my bookshelf & vanity area.
Close-up of my necklaces held by hooks placed in the wall.
Close-up of my make-up area. Love those containers.
Close-up of my make-shift ring holder and bracelet holders.
Red wall coat hanger from IKEA.
Spot the Hello Kitty hat? I believe one of the first gifts from Morris before we were dating.
Area above my desk.
3-D squares painted to match my room and used to showcase photos, memorabilia, and other knick-knacks.
Farther shot. The area is a little messy, but can you really blame me?
Close-up of 3-D squares.
Money lei made by Morris and given to me at my college graduation! :D
Desk organizer. It's kind of a mess at this point, but has treated me well.
It spins and rotates! So, no complaining here.
Some other memorable knick-knacks:
I've posted some of these before, but don't really care.
Our Love Boat mantle piece. Made all in a night's labor.
For detailed post on its birth, visit http://steppie.livejournal.com/56227.html.
Our beautiful shower curtain!
It's quite sexy, no?
So, as previously mentioned, we have 21 more days at the apartment and we're on our last roll of toilet paper. I thought I'd make little memos near the toilet to remind everyone. We'll see how far we can go without another trip to Target for toilet paper.
The post-it on the left was posted opposite of the toilet...
for ladies and those that were taking a poopie break.
The post-it on the right was posted on the same side as the toilet...
for boys and those that stand when they pee.
Gotta think of everyone, right?
So, I guess that's it in a nutshell. A very, very big nutshell.
Countdown to the 21 days is nearing.
What should I do with everything? Ideas?