Wunce Agane Perspective & Relativity Fale Me

[serinde]

So I picked up the keys to the apartment last night, and went in for the first time since I looked it over and said "yes, have some". I unlocked the door, dropped my four bags of miscellaneous crap, and looked around; and then did an impression of the above icon.

I don't know how, but it looked bigger with all the previous tenant's stuff in it. I WILL NEVER FIIIIIIIIT I HAVE THROWN OUT ALL MY STUFF AND I STILL WON'T FIIIIIIIIIIT

While I was slowly rotating and gibbering, sweh came in (with flowers!!) and got me a bit calmed down; and then I proceeded with the intended goal, which was to take the tape measure and the graph paper and actually graph the place out. (This is what happens when your parents start you on D&D at age 7.) Regrettably I cannot scan it at this time, so draw along at home: The place is basically a big rectangle, just under 11' wide, and about 25' long. (And then the bathroom is stuck on the end.) At the not-bathroom end are two windows; if you set your back to them and walk forward about 15.5', the walls come in to form a 5' wide doorway, with two folding doors. When you're standing with your back to the windows, immediately to your left is stove, sink, enough countertop for one appliance (who wins? Coffeemaker, mixer, rice cooker, or toaster?), and fridge. Th-th-th-that's all, folks.

Intellectually, I know it is more than possible to live in such a space. We all know people who do, and do it well. And moreover, as I keep chanting to myself, I have a one year lease; if the place chafes, I can leave. But it's still a shock to the mind to feel all "oh I've done pretty well! Look at all the stuff I'm getting rid of or not taking!" and then realize, well, actually, it's not half enough. It has been noted that perhaps I am just a wee bit too wrapped up in Proving Something and Doing It Perfectly and sundry other related issues.

I'm not sure if the futon fits. The desk does, but by damn the computer goes there and only there. TV goes where? Can't take the blue armchair, or if I do, it's in place of the futon and that seems bad, want to have a guest bed. Must get flat-panel TV, no two ways about that. I can fit bed and dresser, and the jewelry armoire, but I just don't know about the vanity. OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THE BAR STUFF WHERE DOES THE BOOZE GO

Oh, and litterbox. I could probably get a smaller one, as Ranger eats two kibbles a day and produces very little effluvium, but it still must needs go somewhere.

So. Yes. Everybody Panic.

Comments

[damned-colonial.livejournal.com]

Also, wrt the vanity -- if it were me, and I realise I am not you, so take this with what salt you will: I would leave it behind. You are living alone. The bathroom is your own and nobody else's. You can spend as long as you want there, and take up as much of the bathroom storage as you want (possibly with the help of Ikea) for your stuff. Add lighting as appropriate, if that's important to you. And put a 6'x1' plain full length mirror on the back of a door somewhere.

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

It's mostly that I always wanted a vanity, and then I got one, and it was very happy making. Less about the need for a separate mirror space and more about an I Wanna Be That. It actually isn't that convenient or necessary an item, I just <3 it.

[damned-colonial.livejournal.com]

Put it in storage til later, then?

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I had finally come 'round to that conclusion. It's part of a life that can be mine, just not this current year.

My TV problem is this: the Apple Cinema Displays do not play nice with the XBox. Or, at least, not without $400 of additional hardware, and fuck that for a game of soldiers.