It's been two and a half weeks since I moved into my new place. About a week after living here, I started questioning all my reasons for spending a year out here. What exactly was the point of all this?
One night, I thought my apartment felt more like a trailer than an apartment. It's long and narrow. There are only windows on one side and there is only one window that opens. Ish! Sounds terrible huh?
I gave up an apartment that I absolutely loved - not to mention the fireplace, balcony and bathtub - for a trailer? There hasn't been a time in my life where I lived somewhere I wasn't able to take a bath. It now takes me about 20 min to do a half shave job on my legs in my tiny shower.
Transition time. That is what I'm going through. I may not absolutely love my apartment, but I do absolutely love the serenity and peace I have already found here. It is so incredibly dark and quiet at night, that I find myself getting a little scared. At 29 years old, I am considering a night light. I may get a little scared, but I find when I actually get to sleep, I am sleeping like a rock.
Finally this week I started to feel like I was at home. I'm certain it has a lot to do with the amount of work I've been putting into painting. If I hadn't painted, I wouldn't have been able to stay here. The original color was this terrible yellowish beige. The entire apartment was that color. The bedroom is at the back of the apartment and dark enough as it is - add yellow beige, and it's not a bedroom. It was more like a room you don't want to spend any time in. I'll post some before and after pictures as soon as I get all my furniture in place. Paint can do wonders for any space!
All this change may not seem perfect, but it is forcing me outside of my comfort zone and deep into my mind. I think it's all really healthy. Not only is it healthy, but I think it's probably a time in my life that will be remembered as one of the best times ever.
This is a wonderful life!
