After the joyful craziness of not 1, not 2, but 5 Christmases between my family and Ben's, I started 2009 off with a mustache. Yes, we threw a formal mustache party in Portland for New Years, in case you were wondering (formal attire optional, mustache required). Leaving my mustache behind for a land of homework and sales tax, I packed up my bags, drove north and moved into my new apartment on Capitol Hill the day before I started classes again at SU.
Moving was great. I have an adorably small studio. It feels good to have my own place again. I think I've learned that studios do good things for me in terms of productivity. I have no choice but to make every inch of my space usable, functional and aesthetically pleasing--there's no escaping bad habits in a small box disguised as a home. Productivity level is on the rise and arts and crafts are abundant. There's just enough room for me, my bike, a little bed and my trunk of art supplies. Things are good.
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Nice! I've lived in many boxes in downtown PDX. My favorite was on Broadway in the old Sovereign Hotel which is now the Oregon Historical Society. On one of my girls nights, we were all followed back to my place by a yound man who proceeded to undress beneath my window and tell me he loved me.
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