(no subject) @ 02:53 am
I've been rather incommunicado lately. I realize this and berate myself sufficiently. ;)
I have moved into a new apartment. It's indescribably wonderful! It's the 3rd (mostly - explain in a moment) floor of an old house about a block away from campus. This is brilliant in that it will save me a lot of gas money, and I'm walking distance to not only campus, but coffee shops and other college experience type things. Whether I'm too old to be excited about this or not has become a moot issue because I've decided to not care.
My apartment is very awesome. I want to take some videos with my camera when I get it all set up (never done that before, but hopefully it will work), but a brief description: An old house with 3 apartments in it. You walk into mine on the second floor into the kitchen. The kitchen is the only thing on the 2nd floor - there's a very large window and sufficient space to actually make a real meal (as opposed to my last apartment where the kitchen was a corner of my main room and not actually a room unto itself). You walk up a flight of stairs and upstairs is a sitting room, bedroom, and bathroom. It's not huge... no, fuck that, it IS huge for less than $500/month, and it's very unique and makes me feel at HOME. I never feel at home. In fact, there's been times in my life where I've wondered if I've ever felt at home. It's hard to explain my childhood, and I'm still trying to interpret it... I wasn't dramatically bad, but lonely and dull can do a number on a 8 year old. Eh, fuck... anyway, I feel at home here and I feel proud of where I live because it's 100% mine, it's not the ghetto, it's nice, and I worked hard to get here. Those are new feelings.
Things are never perfect, but living here makes things seem... well, it makes me feel like I finally have a place where I feel safe from the instability of the rest of the world.
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