Bummer.
I didn't realize this at first, but I was really excited about this place for a lot of reasons:
- For the first time ever, it would have been my space and only my space. I've only ever lived with roommates. For the most part, it's been great, but I'm ready for my own place. Fortunately, I've got Lex (my dog) to keep from going bored out of my mind.
- I would get first hand experience practicing parts of what I'm learning. Ever since I first saw the place over the weekend, my mind has been on overdrive, dreaming up ways to make the space work best for me. I guess that's how I know I'm in the right program. I am in my Interior Design bubble 24/7 at school, and I'm still giddy to get it going IRL.
- Location. Location. Location. - OK, so technically, I live in a more desirable neighborhood now, but I'm never home. And when I am home, I don't go out. This place put me a whopping ten minutes from school, walking.
- Did I mention it was my own space?!?
The one thing the apartment lacked was storage and size (OK - I guess that's two). It was a one bedroom, but it was on the smaller side. With all the crap, er things I hold near and dear to my heart, that I collect, it would have been tight. So, as any budding interior designer in her residential studio would do, I went to town brainstorming ways to make it suit my needs.
Priority #1 Storage.
