Well, that was a hot miserable depressing day! You know how you buy a house and go “oh it’s PERFECT!” and then you actually take possession and go “I hate this sink”? We had a lot of that yesterday. Walls are dingy, sink is ugly, my friend hates her bathroom tile, and all the plaster in the front wall of the living room has to be replaced. I went to bed depressed, but I woke up happy!
Forget the old stove, ugly sink, dingy paint, it’s a GORGEOUS apartment! Massive rooms with wood floors and big windows, Albie Dog gets his own room, and I set up my temporary campsite space and now it is really nice.
Wanna see pictures? Remember, this is the UPSTAIRS unit, Albie Dog and I will be moving downstairs in a month. But they are basically identical.
Albie’s Room. Little sunroom off the back of the dining room, with a soft carpet for him, and glass doors so I can shut him in when he needs to be alone.
Massive dining room, probably the biggest single room in the place, I have to decide if I want to make it half dining and half something else, or just have the table in the middle with oodles of space around like I’m rich.
Shahrukh’s room. This is the tiny bedroom in the upstairs unit that I don’t have downstairs (downstairs I have an entry hall instead). I love it for Shahrukh, because he can look out over the entrance and spook people walking by.
Living room. Real stained glass that we need to restore some day, yucky plaster in front that needs to be replaced, paper chain my Mom made me for the day I move downstairs, fake fireplace (should I put candles in it? Or what?) and nice front windows.
Bedroom 1, same as I will have downstairs where I am going to put my nice new bed I will buy, and also paint it PINK.
Bedroom 2, which is also my current Everything room. It got too spooky to spread out too much in the echoey empty space. So I have half the room set up as a living room (I just got the floor sofa from Etsy from Turkey, isn’t it GORGEOUS? And the red stool the TV is on is the little red stool my Grandpa made for the bathroom when his kids were little).
And half the room is bedroom, my comfy floor bed plus the closet with all my clothes and misc. thrown in.
Last night was a “doom DOOM! This was all a TERRIBLE MISTAKE!!!!” day. Today I woke up and went “heck, this is so nice I never have to move downstairs! Albie and I can just live in a campsite in a bedroom for the rest of our lives!”