Thursday, July 05, 2007

I am officially moved into my studio! I found myself giggling like a school girl as I unpacked, realizing that I can utilize ALL the space in the medicine cabinet, not just "my half." This is thrilling to me. As is the ability to wander around naked as much as I please.

This excitement I am feeling now was certainly not as apparent my first night sleeping at the apartment alone. I was excited to be there, in my space finally, and I was trying to study for my anatomy class.
Then I noticed the bugs.
Tiny winged insects (gnats maybe?) bouncing around on my walls. I was disgusted and got out the Black Flag, only to realize as I sprayed it, these little gnat things were dying and falling into my sheets, never to be seen again. (They are tiny, after all)

So then I had dead bugs in my sheets. Sick. So I am frantically searching my bed for dead gnats, and then MORE gnats are appearing, and I am squishing some of them and then my freshly painted walls have bug guts smeared on them. And the cycle continued and continued. I think I killed about 30 gnats (some in the bathroom too!) by the time I turned out the light and anxiously tried to sleep.

But sleeping while knowing there are bugs all around was tough, to say the least. Every time the fan blew a stray wisp of hair across my face, I slapped myself around in fear of it being another gnat. And everytime I turned to my side, I thought I would be eating one somehow. It was awful.

Since that night (and after a curt phone call to the ole landlord) there have only been one or two that I have seen. That is a tolerable amount, I would say. I guess he must have sprayed.

So I have been able to appreciate the space much more now that I don't have to share it with that many bugs.

A few I can handle, but anything more than that and it feels like I have house guests or something. Unwanted ones at that.

The shower is the other issue that is rough too. The morning after my first night alone, I took my first shower there, and the water just STOPPED running mid-shower. Then it dribbled a bit before coming back on full force and COLD! Eventually it got warm-ish again. But it was never consistent. And since then, it continues to be inconsistent. For now, it being summer and hellishly humid in Chicago, a cold shower is the least of my worries. However, the thought of Winter looms, and I can't imagine being unable to have a hot shower on a cold winter morning to wake me up!

That concern if for another day, though. In the meantime, I am getting used to being alone, getting more organized than I ever was when living with others, and lounging around in my birthday suit.

Just gotta train myself to remember to close the windows now.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

So excited for you and your new space!!!

I hope you don't mind, I liked your blog, so I posted a link to it on my blog along with Sean's and kate/char's. Hope you don't mind.

Chelse