How to Make Your Apartment FINALLY Feel More Like a Home
After waking up and finding myself in a haze of “did that really happen?” blues on Saturday, I did something that I’ve been meaning to do for a long damn time; I went apartment shopping. That is to say I went shopping for some things for my apartment.
I’m sure any of you that have lived with someone know that when you move in together you go from having 2 of everything to having 1 of everything, and you get rid of most of that extra “1”. 2 microwaves become 1 microwave and the extra goes to a friend that just broke up with his live in gf. It’s the circle of city life, really. It works. And somehow that “1” microwave that you kept becomes the Microwave of Undying Love.
Me? I didn’t want the Microwave of Undying Love (1) because well, it’s false advertising and (2) my food wasn’t going to taste quite right coming out of it. Say what you will, but I’m all about Karma and my leftovers should not be tainted with the seasoning of my failed love life. So, when we spilt up I left just about everything behind and started fresh. I got the big things out of the way first; a new bed*, a new couch, and things like that. I was lucky that I had some friends who had just moved in together and had the extra “1” of some kitchen supplies left over, and that was all I needed to get started.
Then I got really, really complacent. I didn’t add much else to my place, and that was fine by me. I’m a simple cat and stuff is just a pain in the ass. But recently I think I’ve hit another gear, because I’ve started wanting my apartment to feel more like my home. Granted a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was just in Maine with my family. But so what? Bottom line is that I wanted stuff…
So, on Saturday morning I peeled myself out of bed and headed to Bed, Bath, and Beyond with the idea that I was going to start with my kitchen. Plates and silverware and that sorta stuff I had, but the big stuff? The cooking stuff? That I needed. Dig this; INPY LOVES to cook. Love it. Not reheating. Cooking. But, when you’re dealing with one shitty frying pan, one small pot, and not much in the way of knives…well…yeah. And honestly, I’ve been eating like crap and I figured, this is all going to fall in to place.
The first thing I bought? Cuisinart Pots and Pans. And no,they are not all created equal.
Next? a block set of Henckles knives, which I’ve always wanted and now I have. You never realize just how big of a deal it is to have good, sharp knives until you are trying to slice a tomato and pretty much squish it.
And no self respecting New Englander can have a kitchen without a Crock Pot…none, you just can’t do it…so I got one of those, too.
Then I proceeded to throw all sorts of random crap in to the cart. A full set of Corningware “bakeware” (for everything from broiling to casseroles) a rug for the kitchen, Calphalon utensils…it all went in.
When I got home it was like Christmas. I tore in to everything and ooh’d and ahhh’d over it. I rearranged the entire kitchen to fit stuff in to the “right” places. Then I stepped back, surveyed the new look, and headed out to go shopping…
Several hours later, I had a pot of pasta sauce made from scratch simmering on the stove and my place felt more like a home. Wanna come by for dinner? I take requests. You bring the drinks, I’ll do the rest.
*This is KEY, folks. I don’t know how people can sleep in a bed they shared with a long time ex. It’s creepy, it’s all KINDS of bad Karma, and really, shouldn’t you get rid of that before you bring someone else in to your bed? Ditto for going the other way; if you’ve been in the “playa” mode for a few years and then settle down, you just gotta get rid of that thing and start over.