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When is a house a home?
Today, thanks to Malm from Ikea, finally I feel somewhat better. For the past year I’ve lived in a room with a mattress, table, chair, several boxes (not mine) and 1/2 available wardrobe. All my clothes bar the few I can hang in available space are in suitcases.
Last night I bought a chest of drawers and today I assembled them. They need a wipe down before I can transfer most of my daily clothes into a more permanent location, but it’s assembled thanks to the flat pack from the Swedes.
There are many reasons why I’ve not done this earlier, not here in NY often as I travel all the time, I live out of a suitcase during the week while in hotels, I’d not expected to be in this location this long, it’s difficult to get stuff when you don’t have a car, etc, etc. Maybe I’d just become lazy and complacent and I hate that. So in the spirit of my upcoming 2008 goals I did something for me.
It was Thanksgiving, Nov 25th while enjoying an evening with friends Phil and Deanna in Columbus, Ohio that I first felt home sick. While sitting in the living area, I missed having a home, a place of my own, a place where I own stuff like furniture, books etc.
This is of course hopefully furniture I have to dis-assemble soon as my goal is to live in Central Manhattan, another apartment to view in just a few hours from now.










