Grown Ups in a College Dorm
Needless to say, over the last few months I have been preoccupied with life offline. And by life offline, I essentially mean, summertime laziness.
September brings me a new apartment, a fulltime husband and my third and final semester of graduate school. All great things, right? Of course right.
Except for all the details.
Let's start with the most glaring one: the aforementioned apartment. It's tiny. Teeny tiny. Studiolike. As if all the walls of the place were constantly giving me a hug. Cozy.
Ideal for one person and perhaps a couple of cats. Cozy for two. Uncomfortable for three and exceptionally itsy for four. It's funny because we moved here to avoid a rent hike at the last, much larger, much dingier place. A place we chose because it had a spare room for guests. Oh the guests we would host! Little did we know the only guest to visit would be Alex himself, in long weekend escapes away from work.
Enter the new apartment, exit the spare room. For a lower rent and better neighborhood, we don't miss it. Except when all those MIA guests of yesteryear decide to visit.
In preparation for the first wave of visitors, I began to tidy up the place, attempting to offset the lack of matching furniture with an especially polished pressed wood coffee table. Or strategically hiding the spare toilet paper rolls about the house so they don't look like a focal piece of artwork stacked in the foyer-cum-spare closet-cum-office. That one will make for a delightful lightening round of hide and seek later.
Any ideas on what to do with the pile of suitcases with nowhere to hide? Suggestions and takers welcome.
Thus, unwittingly, begins a new chapter for this newlywed: maxmizing small spaces. Sounds like a job for Pinterest and more than a few trips to the Goodwill.
Send me ideas, and please, wish me luck.
September brings me a new apartment, a fulltime husband and my third and final semester of graduate school. All great things, right? Of course right.
Except for all the details.
Let's start with the most glaring one: the aforementioned apartment. It's tiny. Teeny tiny. Studiolike. As if all the walls of the place were constantly giving me a hug. Cozy.
Ideal for one person and perhaps a couple of cats. Cozy for two. Uncomfortable for three and exceptionally itsy for four. It's funny because we moved here to avoid a rent hike at the last, much larger, much dingier place. A place we chose because it had a spare room for guests. Oh the guests we would host! Little did we know the only guest to visit would be Alex himself, in long weekend escapes away from work.
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| And there you have it - the whole place in one photo. |
Enter the new apartment, exit the spare room. For a lower rent and better neighborhood, we don't miss it. Except when all those MIA guests of yesteryear decide to visit.
In preparation for the first wave of visitors, I began to tidy up the place, attempting to offset the lack of matching furniture with an especially polished pressed wood coffee table. Or strategically hiding the spare toilet paper rolls about the house so they don't look like a focal piece of artwork stacked in the foyer-cum-spare closet-cum-office. That one will make for a delightful lightening round of hide and seek later.
Any ideas on what to do with the pile of suitcases with nowhere to hide? Suggestions and takers welcome.
Thus, unwittingly, begins a new chapter for this newlywed: maxmizing small spaces. Sounds like a job for Pinterest and more than a few trips to the Goodwill.
Send me ideas, and please, wish me luck.
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