The Storage Unit... I Mean Studio

So, I decided, since my mother and I had talked about the studio at length, I should maybe actually go ahead and look at it. My mother, her boyfriend, our dog and I all made the short trek over to the next building to have a look-see.

The first few things I noticed. 1. The person across the hall uses a wheel chair. 2. The apartments are one floor down; definitely not wheel chair accessible. 3. The screen door opens on the left and the actual door opens to the right.

I took all these things in pretty quickly, mentioning the wheel chair thing to my mother. While we both thought it was peculiar, I didn't have time to ponder, for it was inspection time.

The studio is pretty cool. It big and open, and there is a freaking breakfast bar. The deck is huge, and can easily fit a nice round table. The appliances are old school, but the condominiums were built in the seventies, so the tacky yellow stove, dishwasher and fridge had been in style at one point.

Oh, and the whole place is full of everything imaginable. Did I mention it is used as a storage unit?

There is all kinds of things in the studio. Old bike skeletons, a rocking chair, really green bar stools. There are huge mattresses and the frame to go with it. There are boxes and boxes of old clothes, winter clothes, boots, shoes, towels from when my parents were still together, Christmas and birthday bags. I spotted my archery target and my little brother's stuffed Simba he gave a mohawk when he was seven. I know my Beanie Baby collection has been sequestered over there.

Everything has also been placed on tarps. The studio's main room had been redone. The floors are a new hardwood, the walls repainted, and the sliding glass door replaced. It looks really nice and updated until you get to the back-to-the-past kitchen. The juxtaposition though is sort of charming. I think I will be able to make it work.

Looking at the studio, which will hopefully be mine here in the next couple of months, I am getting really excited. Its like going to school that first day. I am nervous about the work that is going to go into making that space my own, but also really excited at being able to express myself so freely. So what if I don't have towels or plates or a coffee table! It'll all come together eventually.