Getting an empty rental set up for habitation, even a relatively small one, is an elaborate process. We’ve spent most of last week shuttling back and forth from the house with furniture, clothing, and personal items, as well as hitting up the local stores almost everyday for things we were missing. We still haven’t picked up the little things, like my posters, or much in the way of decorations at all, for that matter, so our walls are still kind of bare. There’s enough stuff around, though, that it doesn’t feel particularly lonely or creepy.
Our rental is very much a trailer, complete with hitch, though I don’t know if it still has wheels, or if they are hidden behind the exterior panelling. The neighborhood is the kind where you would expect to find a mobile home, though it’s not particularly terrifying or a “trailer park”.
One of the advantages of this particular place was it came already partially furnished (well, “applianced”), so our kitchen was almost done as soon as we got here. Katrina has taken charge of cooking, since she knows what she’s doing, enjoys it, and has time for it. I’m sure once the union has her back at work full-time, our roles will reverse.
Our “living room” is nice and roomy for two people, though the cabinet in the corner has become dominated by a pile of electronics (as intended). Looking like an ominous plastic graveyard, our TV, XBox, modem, and router all share space. There really isn’t much of a dining table, since Katrina has the habit of leaving her books, drawings, and laptop on the largest available surface, but we manage.
We have a “second bedroom”, which we’ve turned into a computer room. This place could stand the most decorating, but we haven’t spent that much time there yet. Katrina’s previous laptop, which got her through college, is now on it’s last legs, and we jokingly call it a desktop since the screen died and we had to cannibalize a monitor to use it. This room also has a mass of charging cables for our various other electronics (phones, cameras, iPods, etc,). Oh, the hassle of 21st century living.
Our bathroom is small but serviceable. The shower/tub combo is kind of a joke, however, as the “tub” is about half as deep as any tub I’ve seen. We only have a small water heater, so hot water is a precious resource for us; no lengthy showers, or you end up with a face full of cold water. At least it’s better than the water system at the Rix’s house, which could suddenly lose pressure entirely and just shut off.
Our bedroom could still use the most work. We don’t have a mattress yet, but we do have a box spring under a foam mat, like so many things, given to us by Katrina’s extremely friendly and helpful former neighbors. We’ve got more clothes than dresser space at the moment, so much of them are still in duffels or (ugh) on the floor.
I just realized I’ve been kind of critical of the place in this entry, but that’s more due to the fact that we are inept first-timers than any fault of the location. Being closer to town means it’s easier for me to get out on the job hunt. I enjoy working at GameStop, but unless there’s a surprise promotion to manager waiting for me, I’m not going to be able to support myself on the meager amount of hours they can afford to give me. So, I’m keeping my eyes open for something new, hopefully something with a career, so Katrina’s not paying for this place all on her own.