Diary of a Wom'n

Over the past few weeks, I've taken on a new goal - getting my own place!  After checking out a few condo units, I will likely buy something closer to home.  I'm familiar with this part of town and everyone I know lives here.  I'm super ecstatic about the chance to design and decorate my own home (here I come Bombay) and have the space and privacy to do what I want when I want.

I'm looking forward to this new beginning because it means being a little more independent.  It means being more productive because I'll have a lot more space enough to set up an office meaning I don't have to haul heavy books and materials like nomad to my room to use the computer, then go downstairs to set up a make-shift workstation for 20 minutes to grade papers only to be interupted by someone wanting me to cook this or do that, then shuffle over to the living room later at night where it's more comfortable but not at all good for working.  My belongings are literally EVERYWHERE.  I can go on with this.  And my room is something unreal.  It is the size of an animal-shelter cage.  From the door, you can touch my bed, closet, computer desk and drawer all in one stretch.  It's suffocating.  It's not possible to work here.  There's not enough room.  That's why I get so little done on a daily bases.  A new place is the perfect arrangment.

GW