I’ve been dragging furniture into new spots around the apartment all morning. Must be January. Or maybe I’ve been inspired by my kids’ new dollhouse and the daily—even thrice daily!—ability to turn everything on its head and begin again. Maybe there’s a cosmic event conspiring to have me simultaneously wanting to nest and shake things up around here. Regardless, it’s been a workout.
In the spirit of a new year and resolutions, I’ve been thinking about our apartment and how we’ll make it a place that’s comfortable and useful as our kids grow and our needs change and who knows what else unfolds.
We’ve got slow plans in the works to welcome a new dining table—something larger that will better fit visiting family. In the meantime, we’ve smushed two tables together, a makeshift expansion that’s helping me to get used to the idea and to the space, while also providing space enough to seat the whole ragtag crew.
James and I are both resolving to read more before shutting down for the night in the new year, which means that rectifying our bedside lighting situation feels moderately more urgent. I’ve been thinking generally about books and art supplies and other things that are nice to have around for young kids—and everyone—but that also take up precious space. How to allow the room for creativity and messes when space is limited and a need for order also strong?
I’m thinking it might be the year of the bookshelf. A custom set of shelves, perhaps, sized to fit and solve once and for all the problem of our strangely floating kitchen counter. I’m putting out feelers and assessing my own skill set, all the while thinking about the particulars of life as a longterm renter and trying to balance life-improving solutions with investments that can be taken with us when we go.
I’m reminding myself of the little improvements that this past year gave us: a bathroom with an electrical outlet, and a light, and a mirror that we don’t mind at all looking at. We have a baseboard that’s not (yet) rotting and and paint that’s (mostly) not yet flaking. We have a bathroom ceiling that’s not spotted with mildew. Small victories, in other words. Easily taken for granted, but not forgotten.
What about all of you? What’s on the horizon? What’s waiting to get finished or revisited or pushed to the other side of the room?
For the curious:
Our candle stick is from Notary Ceramics.
Our bitty bowls are from East Fork Pottery.
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