Finally, Home Sweet Home

TWO MONTHS after moving into my apartment I have finally unpacked my last box and it's like the weight of a dead body has been lifted off my chest. My apartment finally looks and feels like home. Well except for the fact that I still have random empty pictures frames scattered around, but that's just going to have to be a project for another day.. because let's face the closet took everything I had out of me. After a long week at work, I went on a cleaning spree this morning and got a little overzealous. My apartment needed a little bit of tidying up after a week of sleeping in an unmade bed. I don't know why, it's probably psychological, but I always sleep better in a bed that was freshly made. I'm not a terribly mess person, but the place definitely needed a good clean down. Once I got started cleaning, it was like I wasn't going to stop. And thats when it happened, I got swept away and opened the door to THE CLOSET. Dun Dun Dun... Okay so let me start off by saying, I'm pretty sure that everyone has one of these closets when they first move into a place. You know what I'm talking about just admit it, that one that you shove all the boxes you don't want to look at into. Moving can be extremely daunting. You unpack for weeks and weeks and then one day you just can't look at the boxes anymore. So you do what any normal human being would do hide them. It's only going to be for a little while you tell yourself. Just long enough for me to feel like I'm at home and that it's not completely a disheveled mess. Weeks go by and you don't think about it again until one day you realize you need a pair of your fat pants out of the bottom of the box over in the corner. You tear through the box because you have to be to work in 20 minutes, and then you don't open the closet door again until weeks later when you need that next obscure clothing item. And Before you know it, that closet is the scariest place on earth and it could haunt you in your sleep.

Now I'm going to show you a picture of this closet, while it mortifies me to show people that at any point i was this much of a slob... I have to admit it feels pretty damn good to have a clean closet and NO MORE BOXES! Which officially means that I have completely unpacked my life and no longer live in my parents house. (oh wait... except for the boxes that sort of still live in their basement and my mom nags me to take every single time I stop over.... Oh well those are out of sight out of mind. I can't let a little detail like that get me down.) But the best part is I've also found the other 3/4s of my wardrobe. Which low and behold has some color in it. I've worn a lot of grays and blacks lately it's like I was mourning the fact that I had lost the other half of my wardrobe to the closet from hell. Now I just need it to be spring so I can find some furniture to upcycle, so that my coffee table isn't a chest and my end table isn't made of hat boxes... I never thought I'd still be "moving in" two months later, but at least now it's starting to feel like home.