Two weeks ago I engaged in what the Royal LePage Relocation Services calls the 3rd most traumatic experience you can put yourself through: moving. Only death and divorce are considered to be more traumatic. I thought giving birth or getting a hand chopped off would rank up there but I guess they don’t top carrying boxes. On top of traumatizing myself with boxing up my possessions, final exams were added to my load.
A big change took place that lead up to this big move. Let me bring you up to speed. My school schedule has changed…big time! I just found out that I can finish school earlyish. I still won’t graduate until May, but I only have to take one class in the spring. Talk about refreshing. Because of my relaxing 3 credit hours at Saint Louis Christian College, I’m not considered a full-time student and have to wave goodbye to my on-campus apartment. I managed to do so with an overwhelming smile.
My friend Dustin was in the same boat since he was presently living on a couch in my old apartment. So we teamed up and looked for a place we could call home. I decided I wanted this place to be different than my previous apartments. I wanted a REAL apartment. Although the days of pink kitchens, music venue in living rooms, 3 guys in one bedroom, and skate ramps instead of couches were fun, I felt it was time to change my style a bit. Or as my family calls it, grow up.
My new home is on the north side of Forest Park in St. Louis. What sold me on this area was Forest Park (free museums and zoo), the coffee shops on every corner, and great skate spots. After moving in all of our stuff, we really tried to make it look like a normal home. We did the only thing we knew how to do, make colors match. The bathroom has a color scheme, kitchen appliances go together, and each room has furniture that matches. We thought we did well and now were waiting to see what other people thought.
Last night a friend came over and the first thing out of her mouth was, “Wow! This is like a REAL apartment.” I thought to myself, “Much Success!”
I asked what made her think that and she referred to the paintings in the living room. I knew it! The decision to throw out the Sponge Bob poster and the giant picture from Abercrombie and Fitch was a good call. They were not suitable for a REAL apartment. Paintings on the other hand, they have classy written all over them.
I can now sit peacefully and smile at the paintings that make my new home a REAL apartment.
