Lofty *photo intense* in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

It’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these, but last night my old nabe, Julie came by. She’d never seen my place before, and went on and on about how much she loves it. It got me to thinking about finally posting some photos so that if I do end up moving, I can look back and see how lovely this place is. I think it’s my absolute favorite place I’ve ever lived. So…here’s the tour:

This is the building. I love its history. It was built in 1890, and was a furniture warehouse. The guy who owned the company was a big-time philanthropist and did a lot to help this city grow. I live on the top floor in the corner (upper right in the photo):

When you walk into my place, here’s what you’ll see. It’s an open living space, the kitchen’s on the left, and there are partial walls that separate two bedrooms. I love how the light just streams in through the windows in the morning. It’s too intense for most people (feedback from the few people who’ve ever spent the night here), but I adore that sunshine. The artwork above the telly is by a local artist.

This is the view from the opposite angle:

Here’s where I’m writing today. I adore this table. It’s the one I snagged for $15 and repainted very sloppily. You can see the gigantic brush strokes. Also, I love my new laptop. Especially since I can now tote it into the bedroom and tippity-tap from there too. And there’s my coffee. And the latest edition of Elle mag. Lindsay looks much better as a redhead, no?

The kitchen area is mainly used to make coffee and feed the kitty. There are a couple pieces of cheese, some frozen dinners, and a few veggies in the fridge, so I won’t even go there. If I do end up buying the place, I think I’d like stainless steel appliances simply for the look value, since the kitchen is in view as soon as one steps inside. And yes, that’s a rooster on the bar. Visitors must be impressed by my beautiful cock because they always make comments about it.

This is where the magic rarely happens. But when it does…

And here’s the other bedroom. If you came to visit, you’d sleep here. Unless you and I were going to create some magic…then refer to previous pic. My bicycle (not pictured) also lives in this room. And I’m going treadmill shopping this afternoon so that my bike will have some company. Note the dress form in the corner. She’s wearing my favorite dress. My dad gave it to my mom when they were dating. She was 19. Mom gave it to me when I was a little girl. That dress has seen it all, let me tell you. From my playing dress-up days to talent shows to college dances to special dates to floors of hotel rooms and beyond.

And the icing on the top of my living space cake is the view, without a doubt. I live on the banks of a river in an old industrial area. Sure, it’s not New York or San Francisco or the front range of Colorado, but no matter where I go, I doubt I’ll ever have another view like I have now:

Look! It’s so gorgeous outside. What am I doing in here? I need to get out there immediately.