Hi friends! I’ve been neglecting you. I was busy getting both a new job and apartment – you know, minor things.
Just kidding – these are major things! Part of the reason I moved to Colorado was to live in a nicer apartment. I’ve been
sponging off living with my very generous relatives for the past several months, and renting this apartment was a concrete sign that not only is this Colorado adventure really happening, but it’s happening just like I dreamed. I might be sleeping on an air mattress and maybe had to steal some plastic silverware from Qdoba, but I can see the mountains.
If you’ve never lived in NYC, or if you’re wealthy, you might not understand what a difference there is between my Brooklyn studio and my current palatial one-bedroom. OH YES, PEOPLE, I said bedroom. Because it has one.
Please indulge me on this pictorial comparison.
Exhibit A: Studio in New York
These photos were all taken while standing in one spot in the middle of the room. You’ve basically seen the whole place.
Exhibit B: One-Bedroom in Colorado
Now, don’t get me wrong – I loved that studio in Brooklyn so damn much. The carpet was gross and probably older than I am, the sink and tub were 1960s pea green, and I couldn’t open the oven door even halfway, but it was mine and in an awesome neighborhood. It also taught me to appreciate this current place like I never would have otherwise. I rented this apartment after seeing only the model unit, which was a different floor plan. I was nervous that my place would feel small or wouldn’t be as nice as I remembered, but when I opened the door, I almost cried from sheer glee.
After dancing a little jig, I walked around in absolute awe of the following:
- You can actually walk around. Like, if you forget where you set something down, you have to get up and look for it.
- There is a full-size refrigerator.
- Light fixtures!
- Central air conditioning, oh how I’ve missed you.
- It has a bedroom, which has a walk-in closet.
- It also has closets exclusively for coats, food, and linens.
- Did I mention there is a fireplace? Classy.
- The windows open and close without my having to stand on any part of them, leveraging my body weight to slam them shut.
- Best of all, there is a washer and dryer, and also a dishwasher.
- There’s also a gym (complete with towels and yoga mats for your use) and a pool/hot tub area. It’s kind of like living in a fancy hotel.
I’m still not completely unpacked (turns out I’m much better at watching Parks and Recreation on Hulu than I am at hanging up clothes), but I just keep walking around and laughing. The gratitude and excitement refuse to be contained! I’m sure I’ll get used to this soon, and then I’ll be complaining about apartment life and saying I need a house or some such nonsense. If you hear me saying anything like that, you have permission to smack me.
Whenever y’all find yourselves in the Denver area, you’ve got a home with me.
p.s. I got a delivery of housewarming flowers today from my mom and step-dad – what a lovely family I’ve been blessed with! I will have to express my appreciation some other way besides asking what’s for dinner when I go home to visit…