so every five seconds oprah's having another show on "have you let yourself go?" or "have you let your hair go?" or "have you let your husband go?" since oprah's not calling me and changing my life i'm staging my own "so you've let your apartment go?" show/intervention in the middle of my apartment. i don't want to live here anymore. so i'm going to move is what i first thought. like to some all white no furniture shiny surface miami vice-ish place with a heated pool in the living room. i at least have the urge to throw my giant couch out the window. my friend convinced me to instead make a list of all the clutter then she'll help me nate berkus-ify everything. not the nate berkus $27,682 worth of furniture and accessories from all over the world makeover deal (does oprah really need to pay for a new kitchen for kirstie alley?!). just the nate berkus decluttering. once i identify all the clutter, she can figure out what i need to do to get organized. perhaps it will involve a bin. perhaps a post-it note. i really have no idea.
all i know is i grew up with a messy room on purpose because it kept my parents out. technically i knew then and know now where everything is but that's not good enough anymore. when it gets to the point where i want to move and when i think tossing the giant comfy couch will help (when in fact my friend told me it would just move the clutter on the couch to the floor), it is time for a makeover. i've let my apartment go. and it is time to move. move in to where i already am. i don't need it to be messy to keep my parents away anymore. mainly because they are either dead or don't know where i live. one or both of the two. after everything is decluttered then i'll decide if i want a change from my giant white leather '80s couch to something sleeker and more gallant. home prices being what they are around here, i'm going to be an apartment dweller for at least the remainder of my 30s so i may as well get comfortable. why is there a bottle of maple syrup on my kitchen floor?
Because Nate loves his pancakes, why else?
Posted by: brian | May 07, 2006 at 04:29 PM