Finally finally finally we completed (ok, like 90%) our apartment and I can finally show you the finished product. I never had the opportunity to live alone – having my very own apartment was always way out of my price range, so I lived with room mates and best friends and Kamel. One time in grad school I lived with 2 other people in a 3 bedroom, 2 bath flat. It even had a rooftop area for sun bathing and snooping in the neighbors’ backyards. Sharing with 2 other people though, it never felt like the space was mine. I pretty much was limited to 1 bedroom and use of the living room/kitchen on occasion. This apartment is the most space I have ever had. The most space I have ever needed to fill. The most storage. The most light. The most everything.
The first time I ever moved with Kamel it was the worst experience of my life. It took weeks of slowly moving 1 car load of stuff across town, of painstakingly watching as Kamel sifted through a ton of crap he had collected over the years, and finally culminating in a mad-dash of throwing out stuff we didn’t have time to pack and sort because Kamel had to be out of his apartment right this very second, last day, no exceptions nownownownownow.
I vowed never ever ever to have that experience ever again. Before I had even met Kamel, I had previous moving experience where I had to toss a lot of things I couldn’t pack, and then another experience where the size of my bedroom set was a major limitation to the apartments I could apply for – I actually remember lamenting over the size of my Queen bed, wishing I just had a twin so I could fit it places more easily. My mom at the time had very bluntly said, “It’s a bed. You need a bed. You’re regretting your bed? No.” So I’ve worked hard at having less stuff. I don’t want to be bogged down my things. I don’t want to have to make a million tough decisions if it’s between that item over there or this item over here. Moving already sucks hard enough, I want to prevent further suckage.
*New instagrams in the instagram photo installation.
So it was with a little bit of trepidation that I realized (while putting away the final items from the move into our various bedroom closets) we can no longer downsize to a 1 bedroom. It isn’t an option any more. I mean, if push came to shove, and it was between homelessness or everyone piling into a 1 bedroom, clearly the 1 bedroom wins out. But looking at the things we have, looking at the added human, looking at my artfully organized closets, it became clear: we’ve graduated up a bedroom.
And I guess it makes sense. I shouldn’t be so very shocked. Normal people have 2 bedroom apartments. Normal people have even bigger homes. Some people don’t even use all of their bedrooms as bedrooms! Sometimes they are considered a “den” or an office. Oh to have the luxury of an office! I guess it is a testament to the sad reality of my current renting market that these things seem so far from possible. Space is precious and here I am with two full bedrooms of it.
*Our bedroom is by far the emptiest. The absence of baby is striking. Also, we lack furniture.
The two things I am always running out of: Space, and the money it takes to get more, and time. There is never enough and angling to get more is the great dance of my day-to-day. Space, for now, I’m good with. But I know there will be a time in the not-so-far future where I’ll be scrambling for space and the money to afford the space and the time to spend in the space all over again.
*The mobile has moved to the living room. We hung it temporarily on the day we initially moved in, but decided it was fun so it stayed.
*The robot decals have gone by the wayside. Super cute to have on the wall, super pain in the ass to remove. (Be warned if planning on moving within the year of decal installation!)
*Gabe’s room is also a little bare. I would love to get a real life rocking chair for the corner, not a glider(!!), but for some reason I find them hard to find… do I need to visit Amish country for a freaking rocking chair up in this hizzy?
*Oh and also! We’ll be putting a mattress on the floor in the not-so-distant-future because Gabe is a giant and yet, is still too little for a toddler bed. Most likely from Tuft and Needle.
And that’s it! That is my space! (With the exception of the kitchen and a thorough tour of the bathroom). The kitchen in all its meh glory will be showcased when I finally have 2 freaking seconds (now that hanging all the things on the wall is complete!) to bake another bundt cake. I always think there are more hours in the day than there actually are. Or maybe it is more like… I always imagine I’ll be way faster at my to do list than I actually am. Sigh. Either way. Run run run to the next thing and the next and next and next. Thank you for being patient and still (even if mildly!) interested in our new place. It was a journey getting here and I am so happy to be able to share it with you!