For the past seven and a half years, I’ve always lived about 45 minutes away from my job. There were a few moves here and there, but nothing that ever took me closer to where I worked. At first, I didn’t mind it. The long drive gave me time to unwind and listen to music. For awhile, I carpooled to work, which helped save on gas. But now, after seven and a half years and 188,465 miles on the road to and from work, not to mention the hours I’ve spent driving after 7.5 years (246,538 hours, if you were curious), it’s well past time for me to move closer to work.
So I neurotically started searching for a new place to live in early January. I woke up in a panic one morning, worrying about where I was going to live, and I started looking that day. Of course, it was too early. No one wanted to rent a place to someone who wanted a late February move-in. I knew I wanted to live in either Shaker Heights or Cleveland Heights, and Cleveland Heights proved to have lower rents. I knew I didn’t want to live in a generic apartment building. If I was moving to this area, I wanted a place with class. I also wanted a place that didn’t require me to use a community laundry room, so basically any apartment building was out of the question. So I scoured Craigslist for multi-family home listings. If my grandma knew I found my new place on Craigslist, she’d have a stroke and a heart attack. She believes that the internet is evil and that everyone I meet on the internet is planning to kill me. But I found the perfect place on Craigslist: hardwood floors, my own washer and dryer, lots of space, AND in a neighborhood I like.
Honestly, I won’t know what to do with my extra time. My new place is only about five minutes from my library. Currently, I get home an hour after I get off work, throw some quick-cooking food together and call it dinner, watch Netflix on my couch while I eat, call my boyfriend, and fall asleep. In the morning, I stay in bed for as long as humanly possible before dragging myself out from under the covers, shower, half-assedly do my hair, throw on clothes, toss leftovers in my lunch bag, and make a breakfast I can eat in my car. Lather, rinse, repeat for the past seven and a half years.
My living space is in a constant state of clutter. Right now, when I get home, I just throw my shit on the floor because I’m hungry and tired. I never eat at my table, mostly because I can’t. It’s frequently littered with mail, clean tupperware, and other random things I never get around to dealing with. I always tell myself that I’ll clean things up on the weekend, but I’m either too tired on the weekends, too busy doing laundry, or spending time with my friends.
There are a lot of things I’m looking forward to doing post-move.
- I’ll be able to cook and eat a leisurely breakfast before work instead of figuring out car-friendly breakfast ideas that aren’t granola bars (seriously, after seven years of granola bars, you get a little tired of them). Maybe I’ll even master the art of omelette-making, though I won’t hold my breath on that one. Even if I just eat a bowl of cereal in front of my TV in the morning, I’ll still consider it a breakfast success.
- I’ll be able to actually cook a real dinner, instead of reheating some sort of convenience food. Yes, I get most of my convenience food items from Trader Joe’s, so at least they’re good for me, but I miss the act of cooking. I’m a big fan of trying new recipes and I’ve already checked a few cookbooks out from the library!
- There’s a community recreational center just down the street from where I’ll be living. I’d been planning to re-join a gym, but wasn’t sure how to fit time to go into my life. If I wake up at the same time I’ve been waking up, I’ll have an extra hour to do whatever I want. Not that going to the gym ranks high on that list, but I am pitifully weak and I’d like to change that.
- I am a five minute walk away from Coventry Village. I look forward to walking there over the summer and eating and drinking on every patio in the neighborhood. Plus, as an added bonus, I can stumble home later with little effort on my part.
- I’ll be able to keep a clean place. I have no more excuses now. I’ve never been a fan of cleaning, but if I keep up with the clutter, there won’t be as much to clean at the end of the week. I plan to wash my dishes every night and not leave things where they don’t belong. I plan to channel my inner Winelibrarian every night and keep my place clean.
- I’ll be a million times closer to Winey! While we won’t be neighbors, it will no longer take me almost 45 minutes to get to her place.
- My new place has lots of built-in shelving and cabinets. I’m really excited to finally be able to display the dishes my grandma gave me two years ago. They’re not fine China, but I would only eat off of them if I had a dinner party. My grandma would break out these dishes when she used to host a family Christmas dinner. She had a serving for 16 and split the two sets between my cousin and I.
- I’ll also have a window seat! I already purchased new pillow covers for the pillows I plan to buy for the seat from The Pillow People on etsy (she’s apparently taking a break right now, but check out their sales to see what her work looks like). I had a hard time choosing what designs I wanted, so I got two different ones, then ordered new pillow covers for my couch, too. WHY NOT? In the summer, I plan to sit on the window seat and read.
- I’ll have a big front porch. Once spring hits, I want to get some outdoor furniture so I can drink a beer on my porch and read or do whatever the fuck I want.
I think this move will be good for me. I’ll more time and energy to do the things I want to do. Finally. I’m tired of being so tired all the time.
Also? I’ll be posting photos of my place after I get all moved in. I love seeing how people decorate their houses, so I figure everyone is nosy like me.