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Home is Where… There Really Isn’t Much

My apartment is kind of awesome. I might complain about how dark it is, how there isn’t enough room to start some kind of art studio turned bat cave but it’s all kinds of awesome. A modern kitchen and bathroom, a crazy-awesome wardrobe and it’s so close to my university.

A dream first apartment, really. Except it’s kind of empty.

I mean, I have a bed, and bar stools for the bench, a killer TV… but no modem. Or couch. Or a laptop. But to get those things, I need a job. Plus I need to bring more of my stuff. My books, my drawing tablet, my shoes…

University is still disappointing. I want to learn how to draw and colour, and bring my characters to life. Instead, I’m forced to deal with unpleasant, snotty people younger than me with superiority complexes, and a total lack of sleep.

But next week, next week is my week off. Next week is half-way through semester; I’ve almost done it. Made it through the first semester, and that’s one thing that I’m clinging to.

Home Is Where My Stuff Is

So.

On Friday, I took some of my things down to my new apartment. And on Sunday, my parents took down some more.

I have a giant awesome television and a blu-ray player ready and waiting. I have a bed and a new mattress set up in the bedroom. I have a toaster, a kettle, a Sodastream (I’m pretty sure at this point, my veins are 65% bubbly water) and my most beloved, beat-up 90s era can opener.

I don’t have a couch yet; I have giant floor cushions as a stand in for now. I still need a few things. Well, a lot of things. The things I’m looking most forward to are my pink lounge (I know! Ikea make pink couches!), my desk and chair so that I can bring my desktop computer down (I have my father’s spare monitor waiting in my room) and a modem.

Until then, traveling home-home every weekend is necessary. Completely necessary. A proper fridge full of food, high-speed internet, furniture… ahh, it’s the completely ordinary things (like a chair!) that you take for granted. :D

A Little of This, A Little of That

Things are happening.

  • I’m bored silly in my classes, honestly. Being bored leaves me time to think. Thinking turns me into an anxious mess. I hope it gets better. I’ve already made the decision that if I’m still unhappy – this unhappy – in a year, I’ll transfer to a different school. I’ll need a year to really find my feet, I guess. It’s still horrifying dragging myself in every week, but I guess I’ll manage. I’ve never liked change.
  • I finally found an apartment, whee! (more…)