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rebeccmeisterRecently, I keep finding myself thinking about the couch in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scrottie's apartment. I have so, so many good memories of sitting on that couch, drinking coffee, making plans for the day, watching movies. It's one of my favorite places in the whole world. There are a lot of annoying/ugly things about where S lives - the wallpaper in the kitchen area is absolutely hideous, and there's always some kind of drama with the land-people. The couch slipcover is constantly falling off. But his apartment is also a rarity - most houses in Arizona are single-story, and his apartment is the rare second-story space. So it looks out over trees, and is quiet and peaceful. It almost feels like living in a tower. A skylight above the couch lets in plenty of indirect, natural light, and there's plenty of room out on the balcony for miscellaneous messy projects (mostly bike repair) and for potted plants.
One highly amusing thing is, before we started dating, S hardly even used the couch. It was mostly a crap-catcher.
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I didn't make it out to the lake this morning. The alarm woke me up at 5:30, I staggered to the bathroom and saw large circles under my eyes. Sleep was necessary.
Instead, I'll bake scones this morning, and will keep chipping away at projects. Seeds are soaking in water, in preparation for planting.
scrottie's apartment. I have so, so many good memories of sitting on that couch, drinking coffee, making plans for the day, watching movies. It's one of my favorite places in the whole world. There are a lot of annoying/ugly things about where S lives - the wallpaper in the kitchen area is absolutely hideous, and there's always some kind of drama with the land-people. The couch slipcover is constantly falling off. But his apartment is also a rarity - most houses in Arizona are single-story, and his apartment is the rare second-story space. So it looks out over trees, and is quiet and peaceful. It almost feels like living in a tower. A skylight above the couch lets in plenty of indirect, natural light, and there's plenty of room out on the balcony for miscellaneous messy projects (mostly bike repair) and for potted plants.One highly amusing thing is, before we started dating, S hardly even used the couch. It was mostly a crap-catcher.
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I didn't make it out to the lake this morning. The alarm woke me up at 5:30, I staggered to the bathroom and saw large circles under my eyes. Sleep was necessary.
Instead, I'll bake scones this morning, and will keep chipping away at projects. Seeds are soaking in water, in preparation for planting.
