settling-in

in april, i'll have lived in my apartment for 2 years. goodness has it been that long?

right from the start i never intended to stay long. it was temporary, so i never settled-in. i didn't decorate. i bought a bare minimum of furniture, so that i wouldn't have that much to move. where i was planning to move to, i have no idea. but i was resolute.

for two years, i've felt unsettled. what did i expect? i had a home that wasn't. similarly, a job that wasn't. and resultantly a life that wasn't. my current situation was one that just needed to be endured.

excuse my french, but it's been a shitty way to live.

yesterday, i made and hung drapes in my bedroom. or as seen from the picture above, back in the 70's i made and hung drapes in my bedroom. i'm also on the hunt for a small bookshelf or chest of drawers. (anyone?) maybe even a new couch.

i still tell myself that i won't always be living a subterranean existance. and i definately won't be working in a restaurant forever. but in the meantime, this is my home. this is my life. and it's way overdue for me to let it start feeling like one.