Well, after a few days of effort, the bachelor pad is officially swingin’. It’s still a little rough around the edges (read: don’t open the closet door), but all the furniture arranged and boxes dumped. And if I do say so myself, it now looks and feels more ‘functional home’ than ‘crack den.’ Not that I ever smoked crack in my apartment, but you’d be forgiven for having thought so if you’d seen it a couple of months ago.
Amazing what a little IKEA furniture and some attention to detail will do for a place. I have a living room! And a dinner table! And a place of honor to put my signed copy of Afrika Bambaataa’s Death Mix Live!