new living/guest room...

I still remember the day that I purchased the old burnt orange love seat from the Lawrence Salvation Army the summer after my freshman year of college. That love seat was a great piece of furniture...but at some point in one's life - you have to depart from that college lifestyle and upgrade (in my case) to furniture that will support your ever-growing family...in hopes that they will come and visit you in Chicago (Reddigs, don't worry - you're winning in that point count!).

So here is the new living/guest room in my 1 bedroom apartment:

The "Beddinge" IKEA sofa bed - yes, it folds out to a full-size bed. Also included in this picture - Opa's coffee table (the former childhood kitchen counter), Grandma and Grandpa's living room chair, Dan Paulette-Chapman's bookshelf (made by his father), and (hidden) a small end table donated to me by the former Douthart SHD, Gina Lopez-Ferguson.

Another shot (as you walk out of my bedroom)...here you can see that I still have not placed the work order to fix the right window blind. Tux is also there on the window still keeping watch and Christian still lights the way in the corner under his plant home making sure no schnottgurgels attack my guests.

And here is the new placement of the television (I know, Liesel...I don't have the angles any more...).

breaking news...

I don't know why I feel the need to "blog" about this, but let's just say that when you live by yourself, "blogging" acts in place of say a roommate that you could yell to in another room in your nice two bedroom apartment when something goes crazy in your life.

Well, as you all know I just made it back to Chicago and probably my greatest fear was that my apartment would have just disappeared. I don't know how exactly - but I did have nightmares of freak explosions and all my worldly possessions turning to ash. Anyhow - everything turned out okay and all is well in apartment land. Little did I know that I should have been worried about something else.

I was going through my 2 months of mail...and found a note from my gym, Crunch. Those who know me - know that I'm not the most avid worker-outer, but for the past year and a half, I have been a member of this gym that is conveniently located in my office building - I've come to enjoy Crunch and the people that work there. I had my routine there and felt comfortable with my surroundings there. Now, the Chicago TFA office is going to be moving locations...but I was planning on keeping my membership since it is fairly close to me - I would just have to switch my routine a little.

BUT!

The note in the mail from my beloved Crunch was to tell me that the corporate Crunch offices our closing my location and that my membership has been transferred to another location. To say the least - I feel crushed (or maybe crunched).