Moving on and Moving Out entails Moving IN

The run down of the entire experience: yet again, I made the trek from North Carolina to Oberlin to Chicago. We left on Wednesday, stayed over in Oberlin for a day, and then came to Chicago and moved all of my stuff into the apartment Friday afternoon. The day I moved in was when I hit my first big roadblock as a novice apartment-finder: it turned out there was no door to the room I had claimed as my bedroom. My mom and I were looking through the apartment and she turns to me and says "There's no door to your room!" I thought my cheeks were going to catch on fire on the spot--I couldn't believe that I had missed such a key detail when I checked out the apartment TWICE before signing the lease. When I talked to the landlord about it he played extremely dumb--"This is a one bedroom apartment. That room is the living room. If you want a door you have to install it yourself and then take it with you when you leave." Ugh, I couldn't believe it. The apartment, first off, is HUGE for a one-bedroom apartment. Secondly, the layout of the apartment says that my room is the second bedroom--duh. It has a bedroom closet and everything. Granted, the room and the closet are a bit BIG (like maybe they were more intended for storage space) but still, I feel like this was all very shady dealings because I had specifically only looked at craigslist ads for 2-bedroom apartments. I also mentioned my roommate maybe like 1 million times to the dude and had probably said, WOW ISN'T THIS A NICE BEDROOM before signing a TWO PERSON lease for the apartment. Oh, god.

But anyway, my mom and I went Xena on that shit and bought a door from Home Depot and installed it in the doorway to the "Living Room." I now have the equivalent of a closet door as the door to my bedroom but it's good enough.

The other funny thing about the apartment (which I think might be the place's saving grace in the winter) is that it is above a pizza delivery place. It's called Pizza Mania (pizza by the slice, pick up or delivery) and apparently you can only get two pizzas for the price of one, unless you're ordering a slice of course. I think that's the funniest part of it--you're like, noooo, i just want one pizza, and they insist on giving you two.

Yesterday my mom and I went to this amazing resale shop called the Brown Elephant, where I found some amazing furniture for cheap. For 80 bucks I got a nightstand, a coffee table, and a rocking chair. I love all three of these things so much I feel like the pictures above are so necessary.

So now it's on to the job hunt, and my desperation in the face of sincerely wanting a temp job, and somehow hating myself for wanting that.