My Homey

It's been over two months since I officially moved into my own place and started “playing adult.” However for the first few days after moving in, I was sleeping on a friend's air mattress. The first few weeks after moving in I was sleeping on my Ikea bed and either squatting or sitting on my knees in order to use my desk. After a six-week long, much-needed vacation from Berkeley (which I will save for another blog) I finally got the rest of my stuff and necessary furniture to make my room feel like home.

In the first few weeks I felt as though I did not belong in my apartment, but rather, I was simply passing by, temporarily living in a space until I found a more permanent dwelling. I was in limbo, even with my six megabits per second cable internet connection (and I am the kind of person that thought all I needed was an electrical outlet and an internet connection to be happy.)

This past Tuesday, my mom and I drove up to Berkeley to drop off the rest of my stuff in my apartment and buy more necessary furniture, just as shelves/dresser and the all important desk chair. My clothes are all put away and my other accouterments are in the process of being organized. This entire experience had me thinking about what home feels like.

To be completely honest, I believe the feeling of home can be boiled down to what sheets you sleep in. They are the last thing you feel before you go to sleep and the first thing you feel when you wake up. Last year, since I lived in the dorms, I had to get completely new sheets from those back home (due to the strange bed sizes in college dorms.) Needless to say, my college dorm never felt “homey,” due to many factors, one being foreign people breathing the same air as me while I slept. Now I have a bed size similar to the one I had back home before I started college and I can use the sheets from my bed back home on my bed in Berkeley and to tell you the truth, I haven't slept better in this city.