How many accidents before we collide

There are days when I am overwhelmed with love for my tiny apartment. And then there are days when I’m feeling less enthusiastic about my life, letting my home get cluttered and dusty. Luckily, today was one of the good days. I did two loads of laundry, I went grocery shopping, and I even mopped my floors. I also did the dishes (which is my least favorite chore ever) and ordered sushi for dinner. I love it when my place is clean and everything is shiny. This was made better by the fact that my building is clean now, too. My landlord has been busy de-cluttering the halls and fixing broken things.

I’ve always liked my building: it was part of the reason I fell in love with the apartment. It’s a brownstone rowhouse whose stoop had been removed some time ago (which is a shame) on a tree-lined block. Inside, each floor is painted a different color, starting with a deep purple on the first floor and ending with bright orange on the fourth (my!) floor. There are mirrors and art in the halls, and a taxidermy bull’s head mounted on the second floor. On my floor, there’s a plant for which I’m responsible hanging under the skylight, which provides lots of natural light. The building is a semi-detached house, with a driveway and a garage (which is where the landlord lets me store my bike — lucky!). Tenants are not allowed up on the roof but that’s OK because I have no interest in going up there.

The downside to living in a pre-war building, though, is that my apartment never feels clean. There’s no central air so dust just settles in every nook and cranny. And my cat doesn’t help, either: his fur is on everything. I got an air purifier to help circulate the air and filter out the germs & bacteria. It helps but what I really need to do is set up a strict cleaning regime and stick to it.

Moving on up

After searching on craigslist for a week or so, I found an apartment!  It’s a small one-bedroom in the Crown Heights neighborhood, near the border of Prospect Heights.  The building is a brownstone on a quiet, residential street.  The apartment is on the top floor with southern exposures.  There are windows in the living room, bedroom, and kitchen; there’s a skylight in the bathroom.  Like I said, it’s a small apartment so I will be using the bedroom as an office and getting a pull-out couch for my sleeping needs.  (It really makes much more sense since I really need an office.)  Since it’s a walk-up, the landlord is letting me keep my bike in her garage.  The neighborhood is fantastic: there are coffee shops, bars, restaurants, laundromats, greengrocers, bakeries, supermarkets, and juice bars within walking distance.  The Central Brooklyn CSA covers my neighborhood and distribution occurs three blocks away (although registration may already be closed for this year, since they only operate June through November).  There is a public library one block away and a gym that’s within biking distance.  The subway is a 13-minute walk away and then it’s a 1-hour ride to work.

I’m incredibly excited!  However, I’m not looking forward to packing up my stuff into cardboard boxes and moving it all.  The process will be made worse by the fact that I’ll be moving during the last weekend of August… which is the weekend immediately after I begin my new job.  That’s going to be one incredibly stressful week.  In preparation for that craziness, I’m trying to pack and clean up now.  (I think everyone should move every few years to unload all of the crap they accumulate.)  I’ve already packed up three large garbage bags of clothing, shoes, wearable accessories, CDs, and small electronics to be donated.  My bookshelf produced a 30 lb. bag of recyclable paper waste.  Most of my books are already packed away in 5 boxes.  I’m anticipating at least 6 more boxes for the rest of my books, notebooks, magazines, DVDs, and various other knickknacks.  Then there’s all my knitting and sewing stuff.  My clothing will take up a bunch of boxes.  My kitchen things will also require at least half a dozen boxes…

Ugh.  Who knew one girl could accumulate so much stuff?

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AllieAllie is a 25-year-old librarian who lives in Brooklyn, NY. She's into books, knitting, bikes, cats, and other stereotypically librarian things. More?
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