I lived in the dorms my freshmen year (Go Monroe!)
and even though I had a good experience, I decided to live in an apartment my
sophomore year. I lucked out by finding a teeny studio apartment a block away
from campus. The location is so fantastic. As I was planning to live alone, I
was quite excited to have a kitchen, bathroom, and the choice of how to
decorate all to myself.
I definitely had a picture of how my life was going
to be in my apartment, which my friends and I aptly refer to as the Fishbowl (a
Fish[er] lives in a Fishbowl...get it? Give me this one bad pun, you guys). I
thought I would be cooking meals for myself every night, that there would never
be a dirty dish in the sink, and my place would be clutter-free, vacuumed, dusted,
and spotless every day. Oh boy was I wrong! If I had no classes or responsibilities
I’m sure my expectations would be fulfilled, but it’s crazy how life gets in
the way of even the tiniest tasks like doing laundry.
Now, I’m not saying that my apartment is a pigsty. I
am not a dirty person. I’m just saying that there are moments, and everyone has
them, where I can be a bit messy. And I’ve discovered it is definitely not the
end of the world. The dishes eventually get done (Can we get an AMEN for paper
plates?), I’ve gotten quite speedy at vacuuming, and I’ve discovered a few
go-to meals that take 15 minutes at the most to make.
Even though my life in the Fishbowl isn’t what I
totally expected, it is still a joy. Every time I walk through my front door I
am greeted with the personal touches that scream “Sarah,” and that leads to a
peaceful, happy, cozy life in Château Bissell.