...until I am back up north.
And t-minus 20 days until I MOVE INTO MY NEW APARTMENT.
So right about now, I'm bouncing around excitedly, procrastinating packing (um, of course), rereading Harry Potter for the quadzillionth time, having fun visiting family, and dreaming about how my new apartment is going to look.
Picture this, y'all:
antique cherry wood furniture set — bed, dressers, desk
crisp white pillows and sheets, with a pretty blue duvet cover
dried flowers everywhere
art covering the walls
a large, overstuffed chair in the corner for my reading nook
a knitting corner, filled to the brim with soft yarn
a soft rug on the floor
sunlight streaming through the window, a warm summer day
Can you picture it? Isn't it lovely? Isn't it peaceful?
Now. Daydreams meet reality: Broke College Kid edition!
So far, for my new apartment, I have:
-a duvet cover (pretty blue)
-a few pictures for the wall
And that's it.
I mean, I've got my books, so color me happy. But a bed might be nice. And a dresser? Or a mirror or two? All things that, y'know, would be a nice addition.
So today I went browsing around this quaint little town I'm in visiting family. And I was on a mission to find furniture for my apartment. A desk. A dresser. A bed. A chair.
And then I looked at price tags, fainted, had to be revived, and realized that sleeping on the floor in my new apartment is starting to look like a pretty damn good option.
Though I did find two sweet little trinkets at an antique store, just perfect to be tucked away in a sweet little corner.
So when I'm lying on a bed of books, looking around my new home, at least I'll have some pretty things to see.