I’m not the first, but I might be the worst.
Having a studio apartment is just an extended hotel room stay, except you have to bring your own shampoo.
It’s 9 a.m.: I’ve just burned my fourth slice of toast of the day.
It’s noon: I’ve just made a friend help me carry a mattress up two flights of stairs.
It’s 3 p.m.: I’ve just bought new clothes but don’t have enough hangers.
It’s 5 p.m.: The WiFi signal keeps failing.
It’s 7 p.m.: I should really start cooking.
It’s 8 p.m.: Holy sh*t I should really start cooking.
It’s 8:30 p.m.: I can’t figure out how to preheat the oven. I settle for take-out.
8:40: Just realized I did indeed get the oven to preheat and now the whole place smells like a frozen pizza that the previous tenant left behind.
This is the very exhausting timeline that has been my existence in adjusting to truly living on my own for the first time.
My first run-in with this apartment complex was last year when I covered reports of shots fired for the school newspaper — and with this in mind, I somehow convinced my parents and myself that it would be a good idea to live here. The tall gated
However, my (calling it quaint would be incredibly generous) studio apartment, just blocks away from the buildings that hold my classes at Drake and definitely less than a block away from drug crime, has been the best education in this fabled ‘real world’ I’ve been itching to experience for myself, for years. It has been a rude awakening to say the least. I compiled a list of some of my biggest struggles.
Here’s my reality so far:
-I started using coupons, I have a gifted floral pattern oven mitt and the unending cirque de souvenir from the Iowa Caucus is scattered on 3M hooks on my walls.
-I have been assembling everything from Ikea furniture to a vacuum cleaner to every pot and saucepan in my cabinet. I never thought I’d be able to use a Philips screwdriver so much in a single day.
-I now have the experience of having toilet bowl cleaner and toilet paper as number one and number two (hehe) on my shopping list.
This is the first of my now seemingly-endless 52 weeks in my lease and I know things will get easier, but preceding that, they’ll get harder.