I found it! I found it! I effing found it! A new place to live! The apartment! My paradise and haven! My sanctuary! Heaven! Everything I wanted, I found! By ACCIDENT!! The situation is so entirely amazing, I’m completely beside myself!!!
The apartment of my dreams… Is waiting for me to move in… Right now… Just waiting…
Big. Old. Brick, painted white, but the paint is peeling. The front door creaks and the walls have been plastered and painted a strange orange color. The hard-wood floors are faded. The windows are huge. Living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, dining room – they’re all seperated from each other by walls! Actual walls!! The kitchen floor is black and white checkerboard. The dining room has walls painted brick red. The ceiling reaches 14 feet high. Plus, it has a yard and it’s in the heart of downtown, so I can walk or ride my bike just about anywhere.
It’s funky and it’s lopsided and I’m head-over-heels in love with it!!! AND! AND! AND! The lady said I can paint the walls whatever I freaking want to!!! WHATEVER I WANT!!!
This has been one of the happiest days of my life. You really don’t know what all this means to me… This is a real-life dream-come-true. When I was younger and dreamt of moving out, I always pictured some rustic, quirky place, with cracks and strange dents from people who have lived there in the past. A place I could decorate as colorful as I wanted. And I finally found it… Wow. I’m just so happy. So very happy.