5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Set the countdown.

There are five days left until I drive over to Grand Rapids, meet my friend with a trailer and move my belongings into my new home. There is chance, through all of this, that I will have to rent a storage unit for the bigger ticket items that I know will not fit into my room (I have acquired a lot of furniture over the past few years).

Here is what I have sitting in my friend’s garage right now, waiting for my arrival: one queen-sized bed with frame, headboard, and footboard; two night stands with double drawers; one desk; one stand up dresser; one long dresser with large mirror; one futon; one couch with pull-out bed; and a bike. My room, if a size 12 men’s shoe is an appropriate ruler, is approximately 11′ x 9 1/2.’ I happen to think it’s smaller. I saw it  this past Sunday; it looked smaller and it was empty at the time.

So here’s what I’m thinking…

The house is located just down the street from a beautiful park with water, softball fields, a frisbee golf course, and green trees. It is located not far from the city when traveling back roads, which is a perk. (There is a big difference between 10-15 minutes expressway and 10-15 minutes street driving). My rent will paid on a month-to-month basis, giving me plenty of freedom to look around for work. My future roommate and I have already planned out our bike rides AND she owns a beautiful (bull?)mastiff. So I can manage with the smaller bedroom. To be real, it is ridiculous to think that I will find a setup similar to that which I’ve had in the past. My last lease set me up in a bedroom with enough room to house all of my bedroom items (and have room to spare). I had a large closet and attached full bathroom. It was glorious. But alas, it’s not reality. It was college off-campus housing and I’m no longer in college.

So for my new bedroom, I’ll get rid of my queen-sized bed. For those of you who know me, you know that this is a huge deal for me. I LOVE my queen-sized bed. When I moved into my townhouse my sophomore year of college, I had the dads literally bend my box frame to get it around the cornered stairs. Sweat, blood, and foul language were smeared across the walls during the feat and I had to use quite a bit of spackling when I moved out. No joke.

But I don’t want to go back to my sophomore room where I had just enough room to walk around my bed. So I’m getting rid of it. I’m keeping the frame/headboard/footboard (they’re beautiful and match the rest of the set), but I’ll put it in storage until I move to a bigger place. I will attempt to sleep on my futon instead. It’s not the most comfortable thing, but I’m hoping a mattress pad will help. And it will give me a little more room to move if I can set it up like a couch during the day. Whatdya think?

It’s so exciting to me to approach this blank canvas and decide how to fill it! When I was little, I used to use a piece of paper to represent my room and I would measure out all of my furniture to draw up different ways to arrange them on the paper. It was probably not accurately to scale whatsoever, but it was a lot of fun. Anyway, there you have it. The countdown to the move date. I hope I’m ready.

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