Living in the future.

I realize that, in one way or another, the recent posts I've made can be boiled down to whining about my situation. I'm also afraid that today is par for that course.

Nearly all of today has been spent looking at and thinking about furniture.

It started as a lark while I was vacuuming the house. I decide to give myself a six thousand dollar budget and make a summer hobby out of finding ways to "spend" that money. From there I tumbled down to dozens of google searches, dozens of tabs, and dozens of pages of apartment therapy. Thankfully not for a dozen hours.

In the end today's brilliant idea is to get a one bedroom apartment instead of two (less money for rent, less money for furnishings) and learn how to build a bunch of modular tables/desks so that our living room can also be our studio. Besides an extravagant kitchen with a gas stove, ample storage space, and a KitchenAid mixer, the home-feature I dream of most is a large workspace for crafting. "Heartbroken" is a strong word (and better applied to things that aren't furniture, but I do remember the giant desk I had in Savannah with fondness.

How much trouble, I wonder, to construct a quartet of 30x30 tables? That put together and come apart without hardware? It seems especially silly to go forth and build furniture, especially knowing nothing about where I'll be living. The next week will be critical for finding out if I'm dreaming hard enough to dream these tables into reality.