Finally, an easy day - not a lotta thought or waxing nostalgic on this one... or is there??
An actual bedroom has been somewhat elusive in recent years. How many of you have heard me say that all I wanted after buying my place in NYC was to sell it soon and get myself a bedroom? Not a bigger apartment or a house but a bedroom. Studio living is for the young and for neatniks. I posses neither of those qualities.
My last apartment in San Francisco was a studio too but had a closet just big enough for my bed to fit. That wasn't technically a bedroom, that was the Closet of Sin (thanks Ryan!). I ditched that little double bed when I left SF because I was going to be a grown up that got a big girl bed when I got to New York. Unless of course, the first apartment that Amy & I shared in the East Village had a bedroom so small that a bigger bed literally wouldn't have fit into it - so repurchased yet another little double bed. ARGH! I managed to upgrade from that to no bedroom at all with the Hell's Kitchen spot... feh, whatareyagonnado?
Fast forward to Denver, a move West, to wide open plains and tons of space, to an affordable town with normal-sized housing (as opposed to SF or NYC sized shoeboxes). Now, now I'd get a ginourmous bedroom, and a massive bed, with thousands of pillows and acres of space for all manner of fancy matching bedroom set furniture. Wait... no? Apparently you can take the girl out of crammed city living, but you can't quickly take the tiny apartment living out of the girl. But it *is* a bedroom, with doors, so there's that. Progress.
Current bedroom shot below, try not to trip over yourself while getting in and out of that Queen sized beauty...
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