Lately I've been missing apartment living. We have been having problems with our electric. And slowly improving our house, with many jobs half done. I don't have any trim in my bedroom. The kitchen is half red, half shitty greasy off white. And on and on and on. And oh, the mortgage payment. I miss having someone shovel my walk and mow the grassy patches near my front door. And if the heater broke or the toilet got clogged someone came over and fixed it immediately (more immediately than in my house anyway). But then I remember what I hated about apartments. The white walls. I felt like they were closing in on me and making me crazy. I dreamed about every wall being a different color and being able to hang up as many pictures as I wanted without worrying about the damn holes. And that is why my living room now looks like this. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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