|Two days before the big move! Total chaos, but it all worked out wonderfully.|
I know, I'm so emo, but I see no other way to deal with this at the moment - except maybe cooking.
Most people have kitchen cabinets. I, Miss Fancypants, have a kitchen closet. That's right. My kitchen - or at least the sink, counter space, storage and small appliances - exist in a closet. In case you were wondering, the real difference between our last apartment and my studio is not all in my head. Sharing 715 sq feet on the 9th floor to trying to get comfortable (alone) in 220 sq feet on the first floor is kind of a big adjustment.
|Kitchen Closet: Left. Don't even try to tell me that that isn't the tiniest coffee maker you've ever seen.|
|Kitchen Closet: Right|
I am not yet fully frustrated with the kitchen arrangement, though I am certain that day will come. But the way I see it, this is the whole point of GK: To do the best you can with what you have, and find new ways to do things you thought you couldn't. It's about making something out of nothing, and this kinda feels like nothing.
In truth, with the notable exception of counter space, I have everything that I need: A range (electric, grumble grumble), an oven, a refrigerator, a sink and a microwave. As a bonus, I have my baby crock pot, and the internet, so if I can't keep cooking here, I can't call myself much of a Guerilla Anything. I'm going to keep cooking because I need to, to sustain myself physically, spiritually and personally, and until December, this is where I will be doing it.
And now, a few very artsy photos of the weekend in Western Massachusetts from Sebastian Ebarb (of Sebastian Ebarb Design):
|From Left: Brady's parents, Amy and John Eskilson, Brady, Me, My mother Linda, and my sister Alexandra (Allie)|
|Delicious "Harmony Springs" sodas made in Ludlow, MA and consumed at Cook Farm in Hadley, MA|