the process

if i could find it within me to be patient while setting up our new apartment, i’d spend most of my mornings like todays. waking up at 6:30 because Appa decides its best to go outside at this time. he enjoys the absolute peacefulness waiting for us that he can gleefully ruin with his incessant barking at pedestrians. i’ve easily become “that neighbor” because of him. we’ll address that situation later. so today i decided to make some tea and make myself not think about what else i need to do, what piece of furniture to buy or how to arrange so and so item. setting up our home needs to be a natural process.

it’s easy enough for me to walk into a department store, find a handful of matching things and place them where they need to be to make our rooms look put together. but to me that’s boring and some may call it “being picky” but i just say that we want our home to have character. forget that we are only renting the place. unless william takes a job elsewhere, we are here for at least 2 years for school. it’s not so temporary to me.

i’ve transitioned from fashion blogs to home blogs, in search of ways to properly store what seems like thousands of kitchen items in small spaces or the right prints to go on our living room walls. when i said it was a natural process, there’s been no better way to describe it. our living room has a theme going without intention. reds, blues, greens, yellows and tan. everything matches and i’m not sure how. our bedroom is getting there, with a half painted chalkboard wall and our clothing storage in place. all we’re missing is a real bed, side tables and lamps.

there are plans to make curtains and other such things, but i’ve accepted that it wont all happen in a day. i look at it as a stress, which makes it a problem and am forgetting that i’m dressing my apartment and setting the tone for the next year.

this is an exciting process that i’ll only get now and if we have visitors and things are not done…well, i think we’ll be all right. i’ll distract them with yummy coffee and we’ll sit around our worn yellow table talking about everything but what needs to be done. i’ll make it a rule that they can only speak of what is finished and how good the coffee is, the rest can be about them.

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