i am almost always uncomfortable in my apartment. we live on a busy street with no tree or vegetation coverage, so my blinds and curtains are closed almost all the time. if i think about going somewhere, i weigh the pros and cons of trying to turn out onto the street. this is a far cry from my house where the living room curtains were open almost the time and traffic was limited to maybe a car every 20 minutes.
my kitchen is too small, as in not enough cupboard space. counter space could be a little more, too. i’m not entirely disappointed with the living room, but i wish i could easily hook up all my speakers. the bathroom is spacious enough and has a window in it, but the cats’ litter boxes take up a corner, and OMG cat litter EVERYWHERE. i don’t know if it was because they had to walk across a chunk of the basement in the house and so shook it from their feet or what, but there is so much litter all over (and it’s mostly ralf). but nate hates the tub 🙁 to compensate i bought an awesome showerhead.
the office is nice, but it’s cramped due to our multitudes of stuff. and of course, the blinds are always closed because of showing the world our computers.
the bedroom should be the one saving grace about the place because it’s ginormous* compared to our old bedroom, but a huge sliding door, an awkward window, and the fact that i haven’t put anything on the walls and there’s still boxes in there just makes it bleah.
yeah.
sorry for complaining, but squeezing everything into a space smaller than we need and adding upstairs neighbors and paying for laundry on top of it makes me feel kind of meh about this whole living situation. i feel coccooned.
i just keep telling myself, it’s only 1-2 years. only 1-2 years.
*nice! chrome recognizes this as a word!