homeI am apparently nesting.
Except for that bit where the current nest is driving me crazy, and I want to fly off somewhere else and build anew.
I want to paint something blue. A bedroom, I think. Possibly an office, but I doubt it. No! Bathroom! Soft blue bathroom! Yes!!
I've been mildly internally obsessed with the notion of having my own cat. I like the idea of having me, and my own space, and sharing it with my cat. I'm big on adopting from shelters, if no one's picked that up. I'm well-aware that I can't have a cat in my dorm at Mountain School, so lately I'm just going a little plant-happy. I need something to care for and occasionally fuss over, and I can't count on my future roommate being willing to fill the position.
For the record, no, I will probably never date someone who dislikes animals. Animals, kids, my sisters - gotta get along with all three. But I'm also a little antsy lately about being caught at all. Having my own space has a strong appeal.
There's actually a kind of pleasure derived from taking care of one's own space - just the basics of keeping it clean and happy. Admittedly, my knowledge of plumbing goes about as far as, "What not to flush," and the basics of unclogging a toilet. Construction is not much better. I can hang pictures, I should probably be supervised for a shelf. I have a list of skills to learn.
Sometime, before I'm married, I want to have a time when I'm totally living alone. With my cat**. I'm okay with the notion of being engaged at this time, I'm okay with the notion of being totally single. But I want to have some time, at least a year, of making a home on my own before I start making a home with someone else.
Besides, I occasionally have goofy tastes, and I don't care to inflict them on anyone who'd be suffering through them.
*Jeremy is not going to cut it. Jeremy's the cactus I've had since I was fifteen. He'd very likely do just fine if I only watered him once a month - I think he takes moisture out of the air. He needs occasional watering, and about every year and a half, a new pot. This makes me think he's getting too much water. Something this low-maintenance does not calm the sensation of, "MUST CARE MUST CARE!!"
**It is not that I do not care for dogs. I do, very much so. But I tend to prefer medium-to-large dogs (particularly working breeds), and I feel that the sort of apartment I'm thinking of will not be ideal for said pup's needs. I have big issues with people who get animals and think of them as accessories - if you're going to keep something alive, be aware that it will not always be convenient and cute. You are responsible for caring for what you've claimed and tamed.
Except for that bit where the current nest is driving me crazy, and I want to fly off somewhere else and build anew.
I want to paint something blue. A bedroom, I think. Possibly an office, but I doubt it. No! Bathroom! Soft blue bathroom! Yes!!
I've been mildly internally obsessed with the notion of having my own cat. I like the idea of having me, and my own space, and sharing it with my cat. I'm big on adopting from shelters, if no one's picked that up. I'm well-aware that I can't have a cat in my dorm at Mountain School, so lately I'm just going a little plant-happy. I need something to care for and occasionally fuss over, and I can't count on my future roommate being willing to fill the position.
For the record, no, I will probably never date someone who dislikes animals. Animals, kids, my sisters - gotta get along with all three. But I'm also a little antsy lately about being caught at all. Having my own space has a strong appeal.
There's actually a kind of pleasure derived from taking care of one's own space - just the basics of keeping it clean and happy. Admittedly, my knowledge of plumbing goes about as far as, "What not to flush," and the basics of unclogging a toilet. Construction is not much better. I can hang pictures, I should probably be supervised for a shelf. I have a list of skills to learn.
Sometime, before I'm married, I want to have a time when I'm totally living alone. With my cat**. I'm okay with the notion of being engaged at this time, I'm okay with the notion of being totally single. But I want to have some time, at least a year, of making a home on my own before I start making a home with someone else.
Besides, I occasionally have goofy tastes, and I don't care to inflict them on anyone who'd be suffering through them.
*Jeremy is not going to cut it. Jeremy's the cactus I've had since I was fifteen. He'd very likely do just fine if I only watered him once a month - I think he takes moisture out of the air. He needs occasional watering, and about every year and a half, a new pot. This makes me think he's getting too much water. Something this low-maintenance does not calm the sensation of, "MUST CARE MUST CARE!!"
**It is not that I do not care for dogs. I do, very much so. But I tend to prefer medium-to-large dogs (particularly working breeds), and I feel that the sort of apartment I'm thinking of will not be ideal for said pup's needs. I have big issues with people who get animals and think of them as accessories - if you're going to keep something alive, be aware that it will not always be convenient and cute. You are responsible for caring for what you've claimed and tamed.
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Re: deep thoughts. - Thank you very much for your words on this.
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