I went to IKEA last night
and was reminded just how much I want to find a place that I plan to live for more than a year or two. Since high school, I think I've moved 16 times (give or take a couple I might've forgotten). Except for a couple of months spent at my parents house, a summer spent sharing a house with nine other women, and six weeks of housesitting, I've lived in dorm rooms and apartments that entire time (well, one of the apartments was in a house, but I didn't have access to the whole place).
I want a house. More than that, I want to buy furniture. Real furniture. I've been living with industrial-design dorm room furnishings, cast-offs, and the occasional IKEA chair for way too long. I'm currently sleeping on a couch (I'll get a bedroom in about a week!). I know that this is the time of my life to travel, explore, and live in crappy places (and I enjoy doing all of that), but sometimes, a girl just wants matching end tables.
I want a house. More than that, I want to buy furniture. Real furniture. I've been living with industrial-design dorm room furnishings, cast-offs, and the occasional IKEA chair for way too long. I'm currently sleeping on a couch (I'll get a bedroom in about a week!). I know that this is the time of my life to travel, explore, and live in crappy places (and I enjoy doing all of that), but sometimes, a girl just wants matching end tables.