...how tha fuck do we 'posta keep peace?
Seriously. My apartment is fucking freezing. This probably has something to do with the plummeting temperatures, my shattered kitchen window, and my malfunctioning steam heat. Yeah, that'll do it.
Rather than reading Heart of Darkness, or Sister Carrie (both of which are due to be completed by tomorrow), I'm trying to write another (hopefully more coherent) entry on this much neglected allotment of cyperspace to which I stake my claim. That said, it's going to be a busy semester.
On top of being freezing, my apartment is in pretty sad shape. I've got one thing hung up on my walls: an LP (Oasis' The Masterplan). I'd like to get some more and hang them up around the place, spaced out evenly and breaking up some of the white space, but I don't have any more frames right now. I'll have to get some. Add that to my list of things to do that I'll probably never get around to. I've got a growing desire to settle into a place. This place is fine, but I know it's temporary. I don't know if it's a part of growing older, or if it's some sort of effect from the winter weather, but I'm recently feeling very "nest-y" (to steal a term from my girlfriend) in that I really want a more permanent living situation. The trouble with all of this is two-fold: 1., I don't have the money to buy a home; and 2., I'm in a very temporary situation as far as livelihood is concerned in my second of four semesters in a master's program. My roots, for now, will have to remain firmly ensconced within the recesses of my shoes, as I remain unbound and free to roam as life would dictate.
One day, I'll have walls covered in LPs, a garden that needs tending, and a driveway to wash my car in. I look forward to this day.
Bring your girlfriend here and visit my LPs and my garden and my driveway. We'll wash your car. Also, it comes and goes. I bought a house when I was nesting. Now I want to move to New York.
ReplyDeleteSuch is life, my friend. I quite miss you.