So as most of you know, we are moving into this really great but really small apartment in Brooklyn. It has fabulous light fixtures, a nice big closet in the living room, an actual bedroom that isn't in the kitchen. OK, it is really close to the kitchen but it isn't IN the kitchen.
Anyway, we have been working really hard to get it all put together and the boxes unpacked because living like that makes me nuts. Unfortunately we saw evidence of that yesterday. It all started when Johnny jumped on the exercise machine and said (once again) "See, we can keep it. It works right here." Granted, he was on it, it was moving, it was working but I could type on the computer while washing dishes AND exercise all in this say, 6 feet of space. It was all too much and I lost it.
The only thing I remember really is saying over and over again, "This isn't fun!" Which, getting this place set up, hasn't always been fun. It is the forever problem in NYC (being new to the city it is only through stories, movies, and parodies that I know this is a forever problem). The space is too small for all you want to do with it. I wish we had a dining room table BUT no room. I would love to have a big comfy chair in the corner by the window BUT no room. I would love to keep the exercise machine, facing the window so you could watch your neighbors while you burn some calories BUT no room.
Sweet, poor Johnny (who took the brunt of my melt down) worked hard yesterday to put our closet together with all kinds of gadgets to keep things up and hidden away. Of course there is the iron and ironing board holder, a big hook for our NY cart (which everyone has around here), another hook to keep our yoga bag hung up and out of the way, and of course the clothes rod so we can actually hang coats in the coat closet.
Johnny talked me down from my crying, fists clenched, freak-out and made me go to the hardware store with him. The fresh air cleared my head and the trip produced even more storage ideas. We bought bed risers so we could have storage under the bed. Poor Fishy is having to leap a little further to get up there but it really got some of the stuff out of the way. We are also going to try this invisible bookshelf idea. Not sure how it is going to work since we can't use screws or nails in our walls (long story for another blog).
We are finally to the point that we are hanging things on the wall. Part of it
is to get it out of the way but it also feels so much more like home when you
have some things on the walls. Don't you agree?
I feel much better after the break-down. Poor Johnny... ah well, he knew the
craziness he was getting attached to when we got hitched.
