It hit me today as I sat in my closet/office at work. I don't want a lot - I just want something nice. I want a place to live where I can look outside a window and not look out at a parking lot. I want someplace where the cars don't shine their headlights into my bedroom window at all hours of the night. Someplace where I don't hear everything - I mean everything - the people upstairs do (including bathroom habits.)
I think this is why I was hoping to move in with my boyfriend. His kitchen has a view of woods, and deer who come up and visit. His front window looks out on the trees and country road.
This is why I am also interested in the other apartment, where I can look out at trees, and look inside to a working fireplace. I can relax on a porch, rather than having to just sit out on a cement step.
I can't do anything about the claustrophobic space that I call my office space at work, but at least I can move to someplace nice. Soon.
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