Today, it's been one glorious year that we've been living in our home. I know that for most of you, a year is underwhelming. That's only one lease! But as an urban nomad of sorts, this is only the second home where I've gotten to celebrate one year, so just let me have this moment, okay?
One year plus about two weeks ago, we were sitting in a coffee shop in Lincoln Square with our friend Laura. At the time, she was our far-flung friend, so charming and witty that you'll ride the train for a seemingly interminable hour or so from your loft on the opposite side of the city. But that snowy day, sitting in that coffee shop, we all thought, wouldn't it be great if we didn't have to ride the train for a seemingly interminable hour or so to see Laura? Plus, this neighborhood's kinda cute. Maybe we could afford an apartment with more than one room. Colin whipped out his iPad and and about 10 minutes later we had found this really cool apartment that showed lots of promise, right under a train stop and just steps from that very coffee shop. We applied for a lease likerightaway because you can't let something like that slip through your fingers, you know what I mean?
For myriad reasons, it's been a really fantastic year. We're regulars at the aforementioned coffee shop, and our apartment is just right, with just about everything we need. But even after 365 whole days (I still can't believe we've stayed put for a year, can you tell?), our apartment was missing one thing: I didn't have a workspace.
I haven't had a workspace in about three years, since our last two apartments (which we lived in for 11 months and 13 months) comprised a single room. Living in a studio is basically a dream when you're newly engaged or married and starry eyed and you always want to be together because you're in love, that's why. After so long in a studio, I used to worry that wanting more space was a bad thing; why would we want to be apart? But with time, we were annoyed when our parents had to stay in hotels when they visited, and Colin needed our single desk more than I did. I was usually happy to hunker down with my laptop in bed or on the couch, but sometimes I missed having a space of my own. Besides, I wanted to have a bedroom that didn't have a dishwasher and sink in it.
As soon as we moved in, I saw that our apartment has a perfect little space by the back door with lots of light and just enough room for a desk to write and make things and a shelf of craft supplies (read: egg cartons I've been saving for about three months). Instead we thought, this is a good place to store stuff we don't know what to do with. A workspace can come later.
I didn't think it would take me a whole year! This weekend, I hauled out several bags of trash and many boxes of things to donate or sell once the snow subsides. I cleaned and de-cluttered the room's two closets—our linen closet and another full of cleaning supplies and spare toiletries. I painted a desk built by my great grandfather, and cut my finger badly lining the drawers with pretty paper. It was so worth it.
The lesson is, don't wait. Sometimes you don't even get a year.
These pictures are just a peek; I'll have more pictures of our apartment to share later. I hope your week is off to a great start!