Guess Who Walked to Work this Morning!

Yup ME!

I went from gunshots on the corner to a Pottery Barn. Love it.

I spent the majority of yesterday moving everything from the old place to the new one. It took four trips on the subway. Eight if you count there and back. Well, only seven... I stayed after the last one ;)

Now you need a photo or two of the new digs. Bear in mind that, although it is only 7' x 9', it is in the perfect location and I'm not home that much. It's about the size of my parents' walk-in closet, but for me it's essentially all I need. A walk-in closet with a bed! The half bath is just bonus.

Here's looking from the door to my room toward the back. The door in the back is to the half bath.

We're going to need some paint in here. I also am going to move the shelves around a bit so that the room flows better.

The half bath:

Luxurious it's not, but it's just for me so it's perfect. I have never in my life had a toilet just for me. I want to hang a sign that says "welcome to my humble commode" but I suppose that would be tacky.

I might have to see if there is something I can do with that tile (or lack there of). The faucet only has a working hot handle. To use the cold water you turn the supply line on, the water comes flowing out, then you shut off the supply line to cut the water. Classy. It's something I can fix though, just like the slow drain. The sink is about the size of a cereal bowl, so it fills up pretty quickly with the slow drain. This is beginning to feel like my old house blog! The paint in here is even more dingy than the bedroom. Luckily I have some of the old paint from my old room in Harlem that is a nice light blue that will work nicely with what's left of the tile. Ha ha ha.

Here's a photo taken from the bathroom back toward the door, kitchen beyond.

Again, the shelves are going to get moved a bit, and the walls and trim need new paint. I'm thinking a khaki or tan color for the walls and some crisp, clean white for the trim. No money for that right now, but maybe in a couple weeks.

The kitchen has a really awkward layout, but who cares with my cooking abilities. It's a weird space because you come into the apartment through a door on the East, my door is on the South wall, a roommate's door is on the North wall, and a spiral staircase and window are on the West wall. Appliances and cabinets are just kind of strewn about carelessly, but it's OK because I can make my pb&j sandwiches anywhere.

The staircase leads upstairs to the next floor where the main bathroom is, as well as the third roommate's bedroom.

So, I was coming down the stairs after my shower in a towel and I thought to myself, "hmm, if anyone is in the kitchen, they're very likely to be getting a free show right now if they look up!" I don't know how the gals in their dresses manage spiral staircases like this! (nobody was home though)

I have two feline roommates as well. There is Allie, who is a 15 year old male cat with grey and white longer hair. Charlie, who is keeping me company here on my bed as I type, is a sleek, jet black female with short hair. Funny thing about Allie though, with his longer hair, he looks like any ordinary cat, but when I reached out to pet him I got a surprise... at 15 years old, he's pretty much just a hair-covered skeleton kitty. You can seriously feel every bone in his body! I'm not one to judge though; pretty bony myself. They're both nice cats though.

Last night I walked from the apartment to a club in the Meatpacking District where I sometimes go on Wednesday nights. Usually it takes about 45 minutes to get there, and even longer to get home because the trains don't run express after 1am. It took me about 10 minutes in a leisurely stroll. I walked back home (saw a taxi smash into another taxi!) and got up this morning and walked to work. It is the best thing to be able to live in the same neighborhood as I work/play in. It's like a whole new New York!