Apartment Report

I slept at my apartment last night, first time. I was very pleased, it was quiet (almost didn't need the earplugs) and toasty. I could walk home from our evening out and return to a quieter nest off the main strip. Very similar set up to my DC apartment.

It's a spacious one bedroom and looks massively empty right now. The wood floors echo and chant, you need a rug, a rug, a rug. The emptiness is blank slate exciting and daunting. Aside from some pots and pans that I will ship from DC, I don't have any household items. I tried some resale stores, but for cheap simplicity (no rose patterned mugs), Ikea.

I now have a set of dishes for one, a shower curtain liner, an inflatable bed and a $4.99 tea kettle that sounds like a fog horn. I giggled alone in my awkwardly shaped kitchen. My kettle is going to cause some fisherman to flashback to the storm of 68’.

Some of my favorites:

• There is a large walk-in closet or possible office space just to the right of apartment entrance. It has a thin wood door with a square hole just big enough for a face to poke through. Some digital camera fun, pictures later.
• The glass knobs on the storage cupboards randomly placed around the apartment tip either sideways or down to unlatch. You have to remember the secret direction for each knob.
• An ironing board that disappears into the wall. When I got excited about it, the building manager said – “Do you iron a lot?” Well, actually I don’t at all, but it disappears into the wall!
• Five windows that start at my knee and continue above my head.
• A tiny bullet shaped beveled mirror that opens to an even tinier bathroom cabinet.
• One red wall left from the previous tenant
• A skinny bedroom closet that you can walk into and pretend you are going to another dimension.
• Between two apartment buildings, I have a slight view of the mountains. Enough to remind me I moved.