Did you like those quotation marks up there in the title? Aren’t they kinda sneaky? Like, hey she’s not really living alone, she’s living in a three bedroom – what do they MEAN?? Well, those little quotations mean just that – that I’m not really living alone. And if you recall, my main predicament was that I was worried about whether or not I’d be lonely. And there was no furniture. Like, zilch.
I’ll get to the roommate-ness in a second, but we did finally get furniture and thank goodness for that! It’s amazing, how wonderful a couch is — and a dining room table for that matter. One roommate took it upon herself to go to IKEA and order up said couch and table, as well as matching chairs and a side table. I, in turn, hung up some tapestries that I’ve collected through the years, as well as a throw blanket my mom knitted and…wahlaa. The living room looks–lived in. I can’t tell you what an amazing time I had this past Thursday just relaxin in front of the TV, stretched out on the couch. Last night, I even fell asleep on it.
I’ve yet to hang out with my roommates, and it’s been over a month (by hang out I mean, just all be home watching TV at the same time). But, my life is blossoming in so many other ways, I find myself not really minding. It is rather nice to come home and not have to explain myself or my day to anyone. To just BE in a pissy mood and not have to make polite conversation. Or, for the few nights a week I actually watch TV, to do so in peace and silence instead of having to hear the details about someone else’s day. I can’t quite walk around in my underwear or belt out showtunes at the top of my lungs (hey, don’t judge me!), but I can close to door and effectively feel like I’m on my own Brooklyn-eese Island.
It’s still not the apartment set-up I would have wanted ideally, but I’m getting my 8 hours of beauty rest and have enough cupboard space to put m’groceries.
Now I just need to figure out how to handily put together all that furniture waiting for me in my bedroom…