Comforts of Home

I feel as though I am finally getting settled into my new home.

My two roommates and I were informed about two months ago that we were getting ‘kicked out’ of our wonderful 3 bedroom, 2 bath home. We had the option of moving upstairs to the tiny 2 shoebox-sized-bedroom, even tinier 1 bathroom apartment, though. We searched (in vain) for something that would actually have enough square-footage to house three of us, without living right on top of each other. But in the end, without any other options in sight, we boxed up everything only to move them 8 feet up. (Regardless of how far you move all of our belongings, it is still a pain.)

Of all the places that I have lived, I think this one has the most ‘quirky charm.’ But I guess we all go through those times in our lives that we will later look back on and just laugh at our living situations.

Our dining room is converted into a third bedroom, so at least we all have our own space. Although, space might be a generous term. My bedroom furniture is literally a puzzle that only has one solution. I tried a couple different options, but nothing else would work (unless I wanted to crawl over my bed to get to my closet, or not be able to shut my door, or have to maneuver a couple different items to open my dresser drawers).

We have no oven, but we have purchased a toaster oven, which isn’t quite the same thing, but will provide us with the necessary brownies. I had to buy a small bookshelf to put our microwave on, the kitchen counter wasn’t big enough. And the silverware is sitting out next to it, there isn’t a drawer for it. Our ‘pantry’ is just wasted space behind the fridge, where the ceiling is pitched enough that nothing else would fit back there. (Every time someone goes to get something to eat, it looks like they got lost behind the fridge.)

Heat will drift up from our old residence below at random times. Half the time our house is chilly, the other half boiling hot. We have no control over it; we just get whatever our downstairs neighbors feel like giving us. They also give us the stomach-turning fragrance of incense, which I have a feeling is just a cover up for another smell.

But all in all, it is still our home and we are making it as such.