Moving In

So I am in New York City for the summer.  The experience of moving in to my apartment was one I’ve never had before.  I was here last summer, but subletting a furnished apartment.  Before that, I had furnished dorm rooms in college, and, well, when I was born a lot of the work was done for me.  I know, weird.  My parents insisted on decorating my room.  I was like “guys, I totally know where my crib should go,” and they were like “aaaaboogieboogieboogiee” or some shit like that.  Buncha assholes, my parents.

Anyway, I arrived in my bedroom, which really was not yet a bedroom.  It was a large closet.  A bedroom is not a bedroom if there is no bed.  All there was was room, so it was a room, which is really just what a closet is.  Unless you put a bed in there.  Then it’s a bedroom.

There’s a kmart about 8 blocks from me.  Kmart and I became best friends.  During the heat wave at the beginning of the summer, I would walk back and forth between my un-air-conditioned apartment and Kmart about four times a day, and carry back as much as I could.  Then, I got a futon.  Now I’m all settled in.  My closet is a metal bar with wheels.  My dresser is a set of three plastic drawers placed on top of an identical set of three more plastic drawers, placed on wheels.  A night stand is really just a smaller dresser, which is why my nightstand is simply one set of three plastic drawers on wheels.  My desk is a laptop “cart.”  It’s like a tv dinner tray, but for laptops.  And it’s on wheels.  I got a tower fan, because tower fans are totally in right now.  Actually the fan and the futon are the only things in my room that are not on wheels.  It would have been really great if I could have successfully designed my room to be completely on wheels.  I would enter bedroom races and ride it everywhere.

Anyway, this all took a lot of effort and time and money.  And somehow the best thing in the apartment is still easily the nerf basketball hoop my girlfriend sent me in the mail a week later.  It doesn’t have wheels though.  But that’s okay because I put it on my roommate’s door.  I don’t have one.