My apartment is still a work in progress. I built a 250 pound wardrobe entirely by myself with only a couple minor set backs, built a dresser by myself, and have made 3 trips to the not-so-local ikea in the pursuit of finding apartment furnishings, only to discover each trip, that I have left something important off the shopping list upon returning back to my apartment. I feel like It will probably be another month before I acquire all of the things I want for comfortable living. Here are some pics in progress:
View across the way...
View looking over the terrace and down the street
The terrace (technically my sister and brother in law's, but my door opens up onto it ;) )
Desk area... the shelves on the wall will be going up this week and i plan to put coffee table books and candles on them
Kitchen area. Notice the pops of red. hahaha
Kitchen area... my artwork, yes I know I'm talented. jk
Bedroom area. I need to purchase a large canvas and make a painting to hang above the bed... it's too white.
Living room area. I repainted that coffee table that is currently being used as an entertainment stand (still need one). The wardrobe separates the bed area, and I plan on getting a tall bookcase to put alongside the wardrobe to seclude the bed area even more. My couch is coming in December. Until then I have to make a nest of throw pillows for comfort.
View from the kitchen, out onto the terrace.
I miss Bijou so much. Living alone is lonely... another reason to find a job ASAP. I am already going crazy from boredom and lack of routine. haha. I guess my mom was right- "the idol mind is the devil's playground." sigh. Never thought I would complain about time off.. and it's only been a couple of weeks.
I really miss my friends and even my family but mostly I miss my cat. lol. Sweet little Bijou lost his birth mom, then his sister, and then his adopted mom (that's me)... I feel like a negligent parent; but alas, I thought it would be cruel and unusual to coupe up a cat who spends the majority of day outdoors and put him in a closed apartment. Oh well. Bijou is getting plenty of love back home and I'm sure he will be fine.
Tomorrow I have an appointment at the dermatologist because my skin has freaked out on me yet again and I have a hideous rash covering half my body... why do these weird skin ailments always happen to me? Probably stress. Maybe I should drink it away. While I spend my days working on my apartment and searching for jobs, I should make more of an effort to finish my book. I don't want to waste precious time off twiddling me thumbs now, do I!
