We’re done with moving. After a half a week of packing boxes, most of which were things that weren’t mine, two days of moving everything from one apartment to another, and negotiating with Verizon for timely internet service -- three hours of my time navigating through the bureaucracy of Verizon's customer service where everyone is nice but no one has the authority to actually be of assistance -- and Ikea for a timely delivery, I’m almost all moved in. My room no longer looks like a storage bin for theater people but a proper bedroom because the Ikea furniture has finally been put together and the clothes have all been herded up and shut away in drawers and the closet. I even managed to make some order of the shoe bin!
There's still work that needs to be done. Except for one spot the walls are pretty bare. I should have bought more frames from Ikea or more prints but the idea of decorating exclusively from one place smacks of being nouveau riche and uninventive at worst. Buying a manufactured personality isn’t the solution to a decorating problem. Picking up interesting trinkets and pictures from friends is the solution. There needs to be curtains not just shades. These things can wait – they’re embellishments of a room not the personality.
It’s mine. The rest of the apartment is under the control of the other roommates, but this is my area. It can be as messy as I’d like, it can not match with the main color scheme. But more importantly, I can write when I feel like it, listen to my music. Having a room of one’s own is very nice indeed.
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