Since I’m currently going through a rough patch with running
(thanks to my knee), I’ve found something else to completely occupy my
affection: my new apartment.
I recently moved into the Uptown area into a very old
building with many, many quirks. Some people (side-eye, Mom) might say that
it’s a bit rundown. I like to say that it has character.
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this is what my block looked like this morning |
It’s a studio apartment that doesn’t really feel like a
studio because the kitchen and bathroom are completely separate from the main
living space which is very long and narrow, almost like a bowling alley.
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the main living space, as seen from the doorway to the kitchen |
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same space, post move-in |
And I have two entryways, one into the kitchen and a more "formal" entryway into the main living space.
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kitchen entryway |
I also have two huge walk-closets, one of which is large
enough to fit a twin bed in it. So guess what I’m doing? I’m getting a twin bed
for the sole purpose of creating a supremely awesome sleeping nook.
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this is an awkward shot of my "bedroom" the closet extends to the left. just enough space for a twin. |
Really, though, this is the first place I’ve lived in that’s
felt like me. Every apartment prior has been what felt like a holding cell
while I waited for a new job transfer, a new job offer, or a relationship to
reach a new level. Boxes would sit unpacked in a corner because I never thought
I’d be in any of them long enough to warrant fully unpacking.
But here, I plan to settle. For the first time since
college, my life, my whole life, is
here in Minnesota.
And it’s a really good feeling.
Here’s to roots.
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