Yay space!

[featherynscale]

Finally got to look inside the house yesterday... It's a fabulous space. My space is in the basement (which is really only a half-basement, as it is half above ground). My spot is a little grey room with grey carpet, which is fabulous, and no windows, which in my world is also fabulous. It is big enough to fit all my furniture in, but not so big that I will feel that I need any more furniture. It has a half bath attached, but I will have to go upstairs to bathe. I will also have to go upstairs to have a closet, as there aren't any in the basement, but that's okay. As David pointed out, if I'm coming upstairs to shower, and then going downstairs to dress, that means I have to walk in front of the glassy front door unclothed every day, which is probably more than the neighbors can handle. So I'm snagging the closet across from the bathroom. All in all, I'm happy with the setup. (And paying way way less than I do for my apartment, which contributes a lot.)

Comments

[kcwitch.livejournal.com]

sounds very excellent. i'll be excited to see it once it is all fixed up and looks like a room.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

It will still look like a hole in the ground :)
And the room it's connected to will still look like either a vagina or the inside of a pepto-bismol bottle.

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[kcwitch.livejournal.com]

LOL!! i bet you can get it to look much kewler than that. i've got faith in you.

[malvito.livejournal.com]

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<<As David pointed out, if I'm coming upstairs to shower, and then going downstairs to dress, that means I have to walk in front of the glassy front door unclothed every day, which is probably more than the neighbors can handle. >>

I would submit that David pointed this out because he and Carey would not want to have to deal with the sudden onslaught of peeping toms at the doorstep.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I was sort of thinking that it was one of his odd humanitarian impulses, but hey.

[malvito.livejournal.com]

Of course it was humanitarian. Saving you the trouble of avoiding peepers, saving them from the heartbreak of being turned away at the window, saving Carey from having to kick them out of the way going out of the house to go to work ... it's all one mass humanitarian gesture.