Here’s a little known fact about me. I’m a mover.
A spider at heart, I typically move once a year, tearing down my web and rebuilding somewhere else. And if I don’t? I get restless. It’s horrible. If you’ve ever felt the itch to travel or to leave your job and join the circus, you’ll know how I feel when the moving fever sweeps over me. I yearn for everything I haven’t got. All the things that seemed quaint and quirky when I first moved in become unbearable. The leaks drip louder, the floors creak more and the chipping paint on the walls becomes my existential crisis.
I long for a clean slate. I crave change and newness of environment.
In the past six years I have lived in six different places. It’s great, but I do have one major regret.
Like any good spider, I like my bed to be aloft, in some small corner, preferably only accessible by ladder. I love ladders and high ceilings and bright colours and lots of light. I also love a lack of neighbours. I love the idea that I am alone in my space, far away from anyone else. I mean, if I wanted people I would just go outside right?
So I love a loft. Even more so, I love a loft that is not in a typical loft building and that’s what I had for one sweet, beautiful year. See that picture up there? That’s my old place, that thing up the ladder? My bed. We called it the cloud and I loved that place best of all the places I have ever lived (there was another storage loft opposite to the bed). Working there was a pleasure, living there was a wonder. It was bright (skylit), interesting, spacious and best of all it was in a building that was an office, so I only had one neighbouring apartment and it happened to be vacant for most of the time I lived there. It was perfection. My optimal atmosphere. It was in the heart of downtown and I long for it to this day.
If I didn’t love the beaches so much I would move back there in a heart beat. The only downfall? A tiny window provided low air flow and the water pressure sucked. But for the joy of living in such a perfect place, it was worth it. I didn’t know it then, but I do now.
So my optimum atmosphere is something new. I hate staying in one place for too long (which makes buying a house seem like a claustrophobic nightmare), but if I had my way, my next succession of apartments would be non-stop lofts, with wide open spaces, colourful walls and beds that hang in the corner like a spider’s web.
What’s your dream place?
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