Sailing the Seas of Junk
I moved in to my new apartment last Saturday, and have not had the time to do much to it since. Just yesterday I was able to put the pictures on the wall. Now in a relaxing weekend I’ve got a little more free time to transform my disaster area of dirty laundry also known as my room.
After graduating from college, I really didn’t have any furniture. I had my double bed from my parents house, and a irritably uncomfortable black metal futon that could easily double as a Chinese torture bed. I only took one of the two with me to the apartment, guess which one. Thoroughly armed with only a bed, arguably the only important housing item, I moved in.
Since my furniture collection was so limited I needed to pick up a few more pieces, mainly a desk, chair, and nightstand. After looking in several stores around town I just didn’t see anything I wanted, so today I spent the majority of the day going “antique-ing”. My mother joined me and we left for the Scott Antique Market at the Atlanta Exposition Center. Never in my life have I seen so much junk in one place. That is until we later went to the Lakewood Fairgrounds for their flea market which I would easily call the world’s largest garage sale. At least the Scott Antique Market was a classy show..
After hours of looking I made out with a great mission style table from the early 20th century that will use as a desk. I didn’t find a matching bed side table, but I can always look some more.
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On a side note from moving in… While I was in the process, my car broke down. I had to get it towed to my mechanic to find this week that I needed to replace the transmission (No, I’m not getting ripped off. I have very good mechanics that I trust, thank you). You say: ‘I thought you had a new car?’ or “You only had 70,000 miles on it?’. To that I say the same things. Unfortunately, sometimes that’s just how the ball bounces.