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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

it's been nothing but rain from your sky


empty
Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

That's what the fridge in my new apartment looks like. Not unlike any fridge I've ever had in my lifetime, only cleaner I suppose. I wanted to post photos of the entire apartment but the lack of anything that makes it 'mine' seems to make the exercise pointless. I do a few 'homey' things when the mood strikes. For instance, there is one curtain up in the kitchen...only 2 more to go. I'm hindered by my lack of height (for once) and can't reach the other windows.

The red sari that used to hang in my studio now covers the large front window in the living room. I felt like I was in a fishbowl or something, so I needed to cover the window. Chunk and I had bought christmas lights to hang as well, but I haven't made it that far yet. I thought I should pace myself.

The dogs and the cat seem to have adjusted to the new place. Buckley is currently running back and forth from the living room to the bedroom with his new chew toy (squeaking like mad) which happens to be in the shape of a candy cane. Marble is of course, lying underneath my chair. Beebs has been in every single window, she can't get enough. Maybe it's all the space, or maybe it's just all in my head, but they seem happier.

Stemless wine glasses and square plates, this place will be everything I ever wanted. With only my shoes under the bed. So comforting. I can say that from this vantage point, having just finished eating my first cooked meal in the house. That is to say, I heated up some pizza and can attest the stove appears to be working. Alas, the dryer, is not. I did a load of laundry (which is an entry in itself) and now have clean if wet, clothes.

My first dirty dish and 7th can of Pepsi. I don't know where I'll fit all the joy in.

*grin*

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