December 13th: What's the best change you made to place you live.
A few months ago I got a call from Mike on his way to work. He was biking near Family Housing by campus, and he saw a bunch of stuff out back with a big sign that said "free".
Among the old TV sets, used strollers, and beat up snowboards was a big drafting table.
I had been wanting my own desk for awhile. Mike has his own work space, and I usually just moved my computer from the kitchen to the living room and kept all of my shit important documents and prized possessions scattered throughout the house.
I met Mike over there when he got off and saw the table. It was huge and white, the paint was cracking on the surface, and there was the faint outline of a big cartoon man with an afro smoking a gigantic blunt.
It was perfect (?).
We (Mike) hauled it to the car and took it to his parents house. Mike spent over an hour making the surface smooth with an electric sander. We then got some pretty blue contact paper with flowers all over it.
(It's not as eccentric as the humongous weed smoker, but I've made my peace with that.)
It's great to have my own space to blog and read and keep my stuff.
This also led to another change to our house: in order to fit my awesome pretty blue table in the house, we had to get rid of the last remaining piece of the famous "duct-tape couch".
So, this change is somewhat bittersweet.
(For Mike. Apparently he had a deeper attachment to the couch than I thought.)
(Me? Not so much.)
Also, I finished my Christmas decorations:
(I wrapped those presents in pages from a giant coloring book. So, after my family and friends open their presents, they can have some craft time. It's like two gifts in one. I am generous.)