For two weeks now, I’ve been waking up to a room swamped in clothes and boxes. The room is taking time, time, time to put together. I’ve got packages, some waiting to be open, some on their way. I landed in this room with a fury, restless to turn it into the home I’ve been waiting for for the past five months. But with school and work, the room is coming slowly. Only two days ago could I finally close both of my suitcases and put the clothes in them away. I put most of those clothes on hangers and into the closet. The rest I folded into little baskets and slipped them onto shelves. I’m literally climbing in and out of my room, trying to find papers and receipts and school books in the middle of plastic wrap and boxes and laundry that needs folding.
At first, it stressed me out. I didn’t want anyone to see it. It’s been such a mess. Most of my stuff is in storage or at a friend’s house because I can’t figure out where to put it. I had this whole process set up in my head, the flurry of unpacking and sorting and hanging and folding and voila, 48 hours later, it would all be organized and, oui, oui tres chic. But instead it has been one slow plodding. One little basket at a time. Two returns to Amazon, one bed frame in a box for five days. One pack of discount pillowcases from Target. 24 hangers finally taken out of their box. Several trips around Brooklyn to see furniture that didn’t work out.
I used to wring my hands about this on the hour. But then I looked at a package on my stairwell and laughed a little. This is the first time in my life that I’ve ever gotten to do this. Never before have I ever purchased furniture or trekked through the agonizing process of building a little place to call home from the ground up. I’ve never assembled shelves, put lights together with my own hands or bought a mattress. Until now. And yeah it’s work, but it’s a new phase. Why rush it?
So yeah, tonight I went all the way to Greenpoint to see a desk that was way too big. And when I came home, dropped onto a bed covered with jeans and notebooks and t-shirts. But there are new flowers in my window and the light I put together works. So I would say cheers to that. The going might be slow. But it’s going.