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There are a lot of things I like about my new place. On the other hand, there are some things that I’m going to have to learn to deal with.

For example, my bedroom. Sure, it’s only going to be my bedroom for about three more weeks (at which point, I’ll be moving again… a grand total of around 20 feet southwest and 9 feet up), but seeing as how it’s the room I currently spend most my time in, it’s significant. I like that my room is large enough to comfortably fit all my furniture. I like that it has carpet in the center (where my bed sits, and where my feet hit the floor in the morning) and hardwood floors around the edges. I like that it has an attached bathroom that I don’t have to share with anyone. I DON’T like that the walls are painted a lovely shade of midnight blue, making the room feel three times smaller than it really is. I don’t like that my windows face a daycare, and when I get home from classes, I listen to screaming children and watch them watch me for several hours until their parents cart them home. I don’t like that I’m generally the only person on the ground floor of the house.

Also, I don’t like that my bathroom looks like one of those you’d see on TV. Not on “Cribs,” though, or “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” or anything nice like that. My bathroom is the sort of hole in the ground that the criminal investigators find the murder victim in, tied up, sliced apart and strewn about. It’s the sort of room that makes crackwhores decide they can wait until they get home to tinkle. I saw a bug crawl across the kitchen floor towards my bathroom the other day, look in, and change its mind.

The kitchen also used to be on my list of All Things Nasty until last night, when Justin and Mark apparently spent the evening scrubbing. Now, it looks fairly clean (as clean as a kitchen in a century-old house last renovated in the 50’s can look). With the inches of grime removed, I can more readily see things I ~do~ like about the kitchen. Par exemple, I like that we have two huge fridges (essential for four guys) and a dishwasher that does an excellent job at what it does. I still don’t like that it seems to rain in my fridge, creating pools of water in the vegetable drawer, but I can live with it until we figure out why our Frigidaire doubles as a Precip-O-Matic.

I like that I can leave at 8:40am for the bus stop and get to work at 8:55am. I ~don’t~ like that my bus trip only last six minutes… the bus ride to and from campus has been where I’ve been doing all my leisure reading for the last year or so. I like that I get to see my friends every single day, that I laugh constantly when I’m around them. I hate that I have to sleep alone every single night.