Other people, I swear....
I hate being a procrastinator sometimes. I'd really like to be motivated to get things done at the apartment, not because they have to get done, but because I want to do them. I have boxes that have still not been unpacked from moving in to this place 5 months ago. All of my pictures/posters/postcards/collectibles/knick-knacks --all those things that lend a personal touch to a place you live-- are still packed up, too. My bedroom is essentially just a storage area. Our living room was still full of boxes 3 weeks before Christmas.
But as I was saying...I'd like to be personally motivated to get these things taken care of, but I'm just not. Part of me just doesn't care, and I'm not sure why. Am I still mourning the loss of my cool Cap Hill apartment, and this is just a denial phase? I don't think so. Is it the fact that I have a roommate now, so I don't want him to feel like I'm taking over the place and claiming it as "mine!"? I doubt that, too...we aren't territorial, competitive guys, and we've been friends for almost 20 years. I don't know why I'm completely motivationless regarding the apartment.
But "Other People" sometimes get involved, which forces me to get things cleaned up. Tony's bday party pushed us into action and getting the place at least partially presentable. The Christmas Eve Gathering forced us to finish getting the living room, kitchen, and closets straightened up.
Now, this has happened to my bedroom. :) Regan's parents are over from Spokane, happening to be up in Bellingham for a funeral. They gave Regan a call yesterday evening, and when Regan suggested meeting them for lunch, they said they wouldn't have time, if they were going to make the pass. So he offered the living room to crash in, as we do have a futon pad for the occasional crasher.
However, I've known Regan's parents for as long as I've known him, and I know that his mom goes to bed earlier than the rest of us, which meant the living room just wasn't going to work for her. I gave it a few moments of thought, and mentioned to him that they could use my room, and I'd crash in the living room for the night. It just made more sense that way. They'd have a bathroom that they could use during the night if necessary, without having to come into the hallway, they'd be away from any TV noise or conversation, and I would be able to go to work the next morning without bothering them.
So yeah. Once again, Other People have forced me into getting part of the apartment situated, which in this case...made me clean my room. :)
Now, if only I could be forced to get all the personalizing touches done, maybe the apartment would feel more home-like.
But as I was saying...I'd like to be personally motivated to get these things taken care of, but I'm just not. Part of me just doesn't care, and I'm not sure why. Am I still mourning the loss of my cool Cap Hill apartment, and this is just a denial phase? I don't think so. Is it the fact that I have a roommate now, so I don't want him to feel like I'm taking over the place and claiming it as "mine!"? I doubt that, too...we aren't territorial, competitive guys, and we've been friends for almost 20 years. I don't know why I'm completely motivationless regarding the apartment.
But "Other People" sometimes get involved, which forces me to get things cleaned up. Tony's bday party pushed us into action and getting the place at least partially presentable. The Christmas Eve Gathering forced us to finish getting the living room, kitchen, and closets straightened up.
Now, this has happened to my bedroom. :) Regan's parents are over from Spokane, happening to be up in Bellingham for a funeral. They gave Regan a call yesterday evening, and when Regan suggested meeting them for lunch, they said they wouldn't have time, if they were going to make the pass. So he offered the living room to crash in, as we do have a futon pad for the occasional crasher.
However, I've known Regan's parents for as long as I've known him, and I know that his mom goes to bed earlier than the rest of us, which meant the living room just wasn't going to work for her. I gave it a few moments of thought, and mentioned to him that they could use my room, and I'd crash in the living room for the night. It just made more sense that way. They'd have a bathroom that they could use during the night if necessary, without having to come into the hallway, they'd be away from any TV noise or conversation, and I would be able to go to work the next morning without bothering them.
So yeah. Once again, Other People have forced me into getting part of the apartment situated, which in this case...made me clean my room. :)
Now, if only I could be forced to get all the personalizing touches done, maybe the apartment would feel more home-like.