Year of the Tiger

Well, it seems that a new year is upon us. In reality, nothing has changed but the date on the calendar. It's only the progression from one day to another. But, all over the world people celebrate this day (depending on when their calendar switches over) as if it were a new beginning - as if somehow everything has changed and it's a brand new experience. I think it's healthy to have a sort of cleansing attitude. My yearly tradition is to clean house on new years. It's symbolic of a fresh start as well.

I'm proud of how much I accomplished over my four-day weekend. I managed to clear all but one of the boxes out of my hallway, shred three moving boxes full of old documents, rearrange my bedroom, bake muffins and move my long awaited couch into the apartment. Whew! About five years ago, a co-worker who was moving out of state told me that she had some furniture to get rid of. I didn't have an apartment at the time (living with Dad), but I told her that I couldn't turn down free furniture. I even rented a storage space just to hold it. I have a red suede couch, loveseat and matching ottoman. However, up until yesterday, I'd never seen that couch in use. I've been sitting on the loveseat, which I had in my last apartment, staring at an empty space in the living room for two and half months, just dying to have that damn couch finally in my home. So, I went a rented a truck, called in a favor from a friend, and moved the effing thing! Yay! I was practically leaping for joy.

The furniture, as we've established, is red. My floors are wood. So, the entire theme of the space in the living room is turning out to be red and brown. I'm going to make it into a fancy-pants study with animal heads on the walls and pipe smoking and the whole nine. Of course, the space is tiny, so it's going to be kind of silly, but it will amuse me. Maybe I'll post some pics.

Sigh. It's time to start the work week....