If this move has done anything at all, it has made me acutely aware of just how much space each and every item I own occupies. I’ve found it necessary to pare down practically everything in my life to accommodate the 7×11 space that now functions as my bedroom. I look back on my apartment in Richmond and laugh, thinking about how it was to live without having to climb over things. To walk into a room and then to still be able to, well, walk.
A very old dear friend visited on Tuesday night and I couldn’t have her over to the apartment. It wasn’t because I was embarrassed, it was because I don’t think she would have fit.
Seriously.
As in there is not enough room available at this time for a friend to stand in my apartment and have a beer.
It’s bizarre.
My dog, Zoe squeezed her sweet and oh-so accommodating self into a tiny 2×2 piece of floor last night and did not complain though I could see in her eyes that perhaps she too thinks I’m kind of nutty for choosing location over size. You know I haven’t actually asked how many square feet there are in the place, I think I’m afraid to know.
The “kitchen” has no drawers. It also has a counter that is less than one square foot. I believe that the silverware is going to be stored under the couch. Perhaps we can hang the pots and pans out the window?
It is getting better though, and with the assembly of the new furniture from Ikea we will be able to empty out some of the biggest and most space consuming of the boxes. The only complication to that, that we didn’t really address as much as we should have, is that we need actual space to build the furniture in the first place. Ikea was nice enough to deliver the items pretty cheap, but now there are veritable mountains of boxes full of particle board and no space what so ever in which to assemble them.
Tonight I think we’ll stack everything we own into our bedrooms and assemble the entertainment center. Once that’s up we can move the enormous boxes of DVD’s into it, and then, perhaps I’ll see the light at the end of this massive moving tunnel!
God damn! Sounds like someone of my height wouldn’t be able to fit through the door! I don’t know how you are doing it Jill. But if anyone can make something seem cool regardless of circumstances it is you. Unfortunately, I inherited more of the Bennett side of family.. meaning ( oh my god, get me the hell out of here right now before I go crazy!). happy upcoming 33rd birthday by the way. later.
cousin in RI