In three weeks, I’ll be at a new place, trying to adapt to a very new living situation. I’m pretty excited! It’ll be nice to have my own bathroom again. I currently live in pretty tiny perfect square of a room, and my new place will accomodate the loads of bullshit I’ve acquired over the years, like my babushka collection, all of my church hats, and my clothes (tearing up right now, folks). The new apartment feels palatial compared to my current home. Of course, I’m been on the hunt for new furniture. The Craigslist gods answered my prayers and delivered this perfect (and cheap) dresser to me.
To paint? Or not to paint? That is the question.