In August I moved into a new apartment in Charleston. Last year I lived out in West Ashley, which was at least 10 minutes by car from school (on a good day). Sometime this summer, Roomie (who was not roomie at the time) called and asked if I would be interested in moving downtown to a high-rise that overlooks the harbor. Since I already knew someone that lived in the building, I said sure immediately, without ever having seen the apartment. Next thing I know, I had signed a lease and I was setting up a moving date.
As soon as I saw the apartment, I instantly loved it (which was a good thing because I didn't see it until the day I moved in and it was really too late to back out at that point). I still love it, but the problem is, I may love it too much.
Ever since I left college I have lived in apartments that were more financially appealing than perhaps aesthetically pleasing. Not to say I've ever lived in a dump - I'm way too OCD about cleanliness for that - but I have never lived in a "top notch" joint. Now I do. But now getting things done during the day has become even more laborious than it was when I wanted to leave my apartment. My old place was small, somewhat cramped if there were guests, and no view to speak of whatsoever. I basically only was there after class and to sleep. I'd wake up in the mornings, shower and head to the library for the day. Now I wake up, run or whatever, come home and settle in the living room and stare out the window.
It's great that I love being home, but it's not great that I've spent probably 1/30 of the time in the library so far this year as I did in the first month of school last year. I know a lot of that has to do with the newness of school wearing off, but I have to feel that the inability to get off the couch at home is also a contributing factor.
Today it is cloudy and gloomy outside. I'm blogging from the couch where I've been since I got home from the gym an hour ago. I'm willing myself to start reading for class, but that's a slow process. Come 5:30, I'll be willing myself to get up and go to class.
My apartment and I need some space. It's not home, it's me. I hope it understands.
