shortasianman

mood.

There’s nothing like a move to show you just how much shit you’ve accumulated.

I packed that bitch up. Tetris ain’t got nothing on me.

And maybe it’s because I’m already in a mindset of change, or I have my own space so I feel more free, or, perhaps, I’m just finally growing up, but I decided to actually have an ✨ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃ✨ room.

I’m might be going full blown Hobby Lobby on your ass— you know, when the bathroom is beach themed and the kitchen is farmhouse themed and the marriage is failing themed?— but I my mom did purchase some string lights and I my mom did bring some plants with me.

Thanks Mom!

It all started— because I know you really want to know the origin story of my idea— when I decided not to buy a bed frame for my mattress. Maybe it’s the hobo in me but there’s something alluring about a mattress on the floor. My mom’s first response was, “no, you’ll look homeless.” And thus I was determined to prove her wrong by finding images of bedrooms with no bed frame that looked nice. And Google did not disappoint:

Ok. That last one kind of disappoints.

And considering the space I had to work with, I felt like I could make it work.

The only problem was, immediately after I moved all of my stuff out of the car and into the apartment, I had class and homework to keep me busy the rest of the week. So, while I had dreams of living in a cozy studio surrounded by plants and pallets and pugs (I love you, Paulson!), I was living in squalor that closely resembled image #4 in the line up. Until…

My mom came and saved the day!

Here we are making my dreams come true and being true boss bitches.

It’s still a work in progress but at least I have the plants, pallets, and pug (pillow).

Lesson: Hoarding changes a person.

Bonus: This is my 200th post!

Also, thanks again, Mom!

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