So, I have a funny little story. Last Saturday I went to the Amtrak station in Chicago and dropped off everything I own, neatly packed into 27 labeled boxes. I loaded them onto two wooden pallets before they were supposedly shrink-wrapped and put onto a train to meet me in San Francisco. The guy in charge of shipping said that they'd arrive in California "On Tuesday. Wednesday at the latest."
Well, it's Thursday and there's no sign of any of my boxes. Before my inflatable mattress arrived on Tuesday I took a nap on a hardwood floor. Definitely a low point.
Today I wanted to have some peanut butter on a piece of bread for breakfast, but then I realized that I didn't have a knife, or any utensils for that matter, to spread it.
Last night I had to use a towel as a blanket and woke up at 5:30am because I was so cold.
Tomorrow is the last day that I'll be able to put on a clean pair of underwear in the morning.
Amtrack, if you're reading this, HURRY UP AND GET ME MY STUFF.
(Nothing says "I'm a grown up now!" like Hello Kitty duct tape. A nice way to make my boxes easy to spot if I ever get to go pick them up, right?)
Anyway, now that we got all of that grumbling out of the way, can we talk for just a second about how cute my new apartment is??
It's 250 sq ft and I'm paying an ABSURD amount of money for it (fun fact: my monthly rent is more than my parent's mortgage payment, and their kitchen is bigger than my entire apartment). BUT, I'm dying over the built-ins, the big windows and the hardwood floors.
I've been drooling over lamps and side tables and gallery walls since I was in middle school (Trading Spaces was like crack to my 13 year old self), but now I finally have a reason to buy furniture! Stay tuned for some fun decorating updates!