Interiors
November 18th, 2008
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I’ve been looking at pictures of rooms growing more and more jealous. What I hate about my present living condition is its similarity to the way this damn country is run: you don’t get to input how you can lead your life; you are to be thankful you get to live at all. (Yes, I’m exaggerating. My parents are nice people who do not demand that I am thankful but they still do not allow me to arrange the room the way I want it: they like it the way it is.)
I want to face a northern window, not the eastern window. I want more shelves for my books because I don’t want to wake up in a fright just because some books are falling over me in my sleep. I want to have two tables, not one. I want to decide how I want to put my things and not have my things go missing, or a book shoved in the wrong cupboard. I want a small uncomfortable bench where I can collapse in exhaustion in the hope of getting up early to do more money earning work or non money earning work.
Who am I kidding? Once I get this beautiful place with the good windows multiple tables, nice shelving, ergonomic furniture and sleeping place, I will start to prefer the kitchen.
