Applegate.

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That’s the name of my new apartment.   For no particular reason other than that it sounds like a wholesome southern home and yet like a scandal all at once, and Christina Applegate recently said that her house was the kindest thing she’d ever done for herself and that’s how I feel about this place.

(Sidenote, the kindest thing Christina Applegate ever did for ME was make the movie Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead which I own and keep in my house so you see it all comes full circle in a glorious swirl of love that will inevitably result in Christina and I getting married, but not living together.)

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As you can see, Dulce approves of Applegate.  If she didn’t, she would still be under the duvet for another three days in protest.  Who says cats can’t communicate with humans?  I understand her perfectly.

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What Dulce is NOT good at is assembling bookcases.  I had to call in the big guns for that, my sis-in-law Bethany.  I had more than one friend decline after they learned that the bookcase in question was the “relationship test bookcase.”

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We did accomplish it, with minimal drinking/swearing.  The assembly process for this bookcase is like building a house of cards with another person, with each of you holding each card at the same time.  Bethany deserves a medal.

There was a slight change of plan in the furniture arrangement.  The bookcase is about two inches too long to fit in the nook, as I’d hoped, so I pulled it out and put it a bit to the side.  This creates a little space behind it.  It’s actually pretty nifty because now I can access the bookcase from both sides, and access the shelf on the wall behind it, AND, in case of World War III, I have a place to hide Jews.

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If we swing around a bit you can see both my lovely windows.  I think they need window boxes with geraniums and basil.

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Continuing onward, you can see my bathroom sized closet …

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… and closet sized bathroom.

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Then my sweet little kitchen with an oven that I suspect was designed by the same folks that brought us the Easy Bake Oven, and a narrow entry way that I suspect is a built in safety catch against getting fat.

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There’s this feeling of familiarity here, as if perhaps I’ve lived here before in this apartment’s 100+ years of existence, and it’s just been quietly awaiting my return.

Honey, I ‘m home.

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9 responses »

  1. What a sweet, sweet home it is!

    Happy new house, Sweetness!

    May you have many many wonderous
    and incredible adventures there,
    as well as find joy, peace and comfort.

  2. I love the name Applegate! When you posted the pictures on Facebook under Applegate yesterday, I had no idea that was the name of the complex and I was thinking, sounds like a sweet girl got herself into a bit of trouble, which made me think of you and all the adventures you have and that’s what I thought it meant.

    I love your new home! It is so bright and lovely. I love the windows and how open it feels and the view!

    Congratulations (I almost wrote Congrats but then I didn’t want Aurora to hate me- hehehe!) To many fun and wonderful times there with amazing people!

  3. It’s not the name of the complex, it’s the name of my apartment specifically. I name every place I live. The peppermint hippo, the box, the moon palace, etc.

    Isn’t the light wonderful? The fact that it’s a corner unit really makes a difference.

  4. Plus I think I tempt stalking enough by posting views from my windows, without posting the name of my building.
    Although most of my floor seems to be men, and I have my vicious little guard cats.
    DON’T EVEN TRY IT, CRAZY STALKERS, UNLESS YOU ARE REALLY REALLY CUTE.

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