oh where to begin. many many exciting things in the works at the moment. for one, i found my dream apartment. it sits on an idyllic tree-lined street in an old brick building from the late 20s. with original hardwood floors throughout and old kitschy black and white square tiling in the kitchen and bathroom, its like stepping back in time to one of the coolest decades in history. it has great windows in every room that pour light like milk across the floor, and built in shelving and storage waiting to be crammed with books and pantry goods. but i’ll quit the real estate agent spiel. let’s just say that searching for apartments is a kind of like finding a good pair of jeans (impossible and unforgiving), and this one fit like a glove as soon as i walked in the door.
as soon as i stepped inside i envisioned a mod scandinavian-style couch in the living area, an antique turntable in the corner with piles of vintage and contemporary vinyl for weekend dance parties, a bright woven floor rug, and a coffee table covered with art books, kinfolk issues, new yorkers, and literary magazines. i saw teacups and matching saucers scattered about, and piles of chunky blankets crammed in corners. i saw a gallery wall with eclectic/vintage prints, a little dinette table with mix-matched chairs, and big mason jars filled with local honey, grains, and homemade granolas. i saw an easel and canvas permanently set up in the natural light, and a spot for daily yoga.
i truly can’t wait to set up camp and begin making a home for myself.
when i walked on those worn wood floors I felt a life beneath them. I felt stories that needed to be made, and thoughts that needed to be unravelled. and that’s what i think it should feel like when buying any kind of home.
i’ve always wanted to experience living alone, because i think it’s so crucial to finding solidity within myself. closing in on year 22 is kind of a lot to handle sometimes. I feel youth slipping away, and adulthood knocking on the door. but i think these transitional years of your 20s are ones you absolutely have to hold on to. so i’ve been trying my best to soak in all it means to be at the age i am.
right now it means appreciating blue skied days, breakfast in bed, frozen yogurt runs, trader joes wine and independent movie dates. puppy cuddles, porch reading, and first friday art walks.
it means sitting within rows of books at the library, scouring thrift stores, making homemade pizzas, and doing yoga at sunrise.
i’m sitting at the cusp of my intellectual development (at least in an academic sense) and i want to truly take hold of that this next year. friday was my last day of senior year. not graduation day quite yet, but as far as i’m concerned, that’s for good reason. there are so many avenues in my life that have yet to be untangled, and i can’t wait to begin exploring them. in order to do so I need to be prepared emotionally and professionally, and i’m going to be doing everything I can to get there.
[interwoven above are various photos of life over the past couple of weeks]