The Itch Dreamed 6182 days ago | | 501 words

For the past few weeks I’ve gotten The Itch. The itch to move things around. My apartment was setup in a sort of sight-unseen 3-day-weekend-moving-extravaganza.
None of it was really thought out. It was more of a round peg, round hole mentality so I could get everything moved in my brief, allotted time.

Well, finally this past weekend I had hit the breaking point. I’ve got all this space and I was not making good use of any of it. It saddened me that I had to keep moving chairs and little tables to walk freely through my apartment from kitchen to bedroom.

So I did something about it.

I did a massive overhaul/rethinking of my how my space is laid out. I moved my desk, a couple of book cases, some end tables and under-utilizes racks to places they would be much better used.

I made my books more accessible. The same goes for the CDs, DVDs, and games. I put some of my closet space to better use. (I used to live in a tiny efficiency so closets are a novelty still).

I finally got around to hanging more of my photos. Both ones I’ve taken and ones I’ve purchased from shows I’ve seen. Art I had forgotten I owned it now displayed prominently. An ad I created a million years ago adorns my wall and still makes me giggle.

Posters that have long sat rolled up in tubes in closets and my trunk are now hung up. It is beginning to really feel like home. Like a place I can live in and call my own.

Weird how that works. I’ve been there nearly a year now and I’m just now getting around to changing things. I’m very much a creature of habit and a pack rat.

I’ve been working to change both of those habits because they don’t serve me well. I’ve thrown out/given away so much computer equipment in the past year it would make Best Buy jealous. I’m trying to unclutter and simplify my life.

Still though, after nearly a year living in the same four walls. This is the first time since 04 where I’ll not be moving when my lease is up. I’m happy where I am. I love my apartment. The view is amazing. And everyday I come home, I round the corner and I look out over the city. I walk onto my balcony and I love what I see. The bright sky. The towers of downtown. The river rushing past me. And at 11 floors up. The quiet of being above is all. And in the same breath, a part of everything.

And really, that’s what it comes down to. Fitting into something. For as long as I can remember I’ve been an outsider looking in. But that’s another tale for another time. For now, I have a nicely rearranged apartment. Complete with hanging surround sound speakers, which add a whole new dynamic to my movie watching and gaming.

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