Monte

I’ve sworn off dating for awhile and have instead devoted my free time to sprucing up my apartment. The first project I tackled was the bathroom where I removed, sanded, and painted the bathroom door and walls a subtle shade of aqua green, or as Valspar calls it, Sparkling Sage. Next up was the bedroom which I painted Beguile. Apparently this is the name used to describe slate blue, or is it green? Deceptive but gorgeous nonetheless. Finally, this past weekend I painted the living room and hallway different shades of cool gray which I’m sure will look much nicer once I paint the horrid, brown window frames throughout the apartment white. The next task is to paint the concrete floor in the living room which I recently learned was where a service elevator once was. I’m painting that charcoal to match the bathroom floor. My last chore will be to paint the ceiling which is peeling in places.

I’m becoming a regular Bob Vila. The many weekends I’ve spent laboring away have been rewarding and time well invested in both my apartment and personal well being. Working with my hands has made me more confident in my ability to take care of myself, and I’m learning that I’m actually more handy than I ever gave myself credit for.

I’ve adjusted so easily to living alone that I often forget what it was ever like living back home with my parents. I’ve become use to the idea of having an apartment that I come home to. I’ve grown accustomed to cooking for myself, paying bills, and the quiet. Every now and then, however, if I wake up in the middle of the night and stare out my bedroom window overlooking the Dallas skyline, I’m suddenly reminded all at once just how far I’ve come and how much things have changed over the course of just a few months. Five months ago I was living with my parents and driving to Arlington everyday to go to school and working at a job I hated. Now, I’m a college graduate living in a gorgeous apartment and working at my dream job. Of course, I’m also single. That too has been a change.