I am 22 years old and I live in an apartment. Ok, so it’s not only mine, I actually share with four other people; I just rent a room, and even the room I share.
I don’t have a red futon; actually my furniture consists of an air mattress and a fold up desk from Wal-Mart.
I have curtains, they’re green, and they match my comforter. I hung them myself, I was really happy when I got them.
I live in a brightly lit city, however I now know that cities = smog. Somehow that little detail slipped through my vision when I was in High School.
Half of the appliances in the apartment don’t work properly, so I have a portable microwave, fridge and freezer in my room and in the living room.
The trashcan in the kitchen is a 40-gallon trash bin, because as I mentioned before I live with four other people. This trash bin however is always overflowing because; those four other people are all guys.
We have no living room, so to say, because the only furniture out there is a bed in the corner where one of the guys sleeps almost every moment of the day.
One of the guys has a cat named Basil. Although we all think he's the cat from hell, he’s cute when he’s asleep, but he sleeps in the living room, which means; me being allergic to cats, stay locked up in my room every moment I’m at home.
It’s not what I imagined at all. Not only am I the only girl, only one of the guys speaks to me, between the other three and I, only a dozen words have been exchanged all year.
But the rent is cheap, I have a walk-in closet, a bathtub and I can say I live in an apartment.
Come July 1st, I am even taking a big step forward and moving out into a new apartment. Granted it still will not be only mine.
This time, I am moving in with two roommates, but at least we are all friends and actually talk to each other and now I will no longer be the only girl. Instead it seems it will be more of an abstract imitation of the show Three’s Company, only in the sense of there being one male and two females in one apartment.
We will have a couch, actually we’ll have two; they are beige and blue. And we have a patio on the second floor. I’m going to buy a plant to keep it company.
I will have a room all to myself. I have a single window that overlooks other apartment buildings that are in the brightly lit city. I still don’t have a futon, but I will have a real bed, mattress and all!
The way I see it, sure; had finances allowed, I could have gone right out and gotten my very own apartment the first time, but where’s the fun in that? What kind of a blog post would that be?! Instead I’m taking things in a gradual progression; I’ve gone from four roommates to two roommates, which means my own place is coming soon enough.
For now, I’m just happy that I have what I have, and I’m taking the time to enjoy the journey.