Life As I Know It

Check out those awesome curtains! And my large collection of scarves on the right hand side. And that kickass wall hanging above my delightfully over-pillowed bed. The wall hanging injured my leg, giving me big stripy bruises. But it sure does look cool.

My whole apartment, which I now live in with LSBFF is cool. It even has a balcony which doesn't have furniture so we don't sit on it. The best part is, of course, that it's such a homey and comfortable place all done in various neutral shades with bright and shiny accents. (Except in the case of my room, which has bright and shiny walls with various neutral accents.) It's also TINY, compared to all the places I've lived before, but it's pretty cozy for just two people. Plus, I get my own bathroom for the very first time in my whole life. Which, let me tell you, is AMAZING. No toothpaste on the counters and I never have to wait to shower.

While it love it immensely, I haven't quite decided if it rivals The Euclid House, which while charmingly decorated, did not come with the fashionable taste of LSBFF's love for Ikea. However, it did come with loud drunks and an awesome backyard. Sometimes I miss being in undergrad. Looking back, things were simpler then. I had no shortage of big fish in a little pond moments, which is bound to happen when you live in Muncie, Indiana. In Chicago, while I've started to feel like a denizen, I'm a very, very tiny denizen in a very, very large......[insert habitat here].

Regardless, I have brought a little bit of Muncie with me. the bright red scarf on the very edge of the photograph is the mantilla that used to hang over my bed. In the bathroom is a caricature of Nicole and I that used to hang in the hallway. (Oddly, the caricature artist drew us in a car, going to a party. The caricature artist had no idea that we were Honors students who preferred to sit at home and watch bad sci-fi.) I also have the plates that were used in our Euclid House kitchen for two years and a basic knowledge of the things we used to cook. (I always forget the recipe book we created, so I end up sort of recreating things out of my head. My re-creations usually taste pretty delicious.) And while that's not too much, it is enough. Enough to remember what life at the Euclid House was like without dwelling on it.

I did the math. Only 21 months until this is all over. I wonder what I'll take from this new place to put in the next one.