X - Y - Z

TWO - HAZEL

It has been a week since I arrived in Charleston, and so far I am liking the city.  My apartment is nice, and I managed to furnish it over the first couple of days here. I haven't really done much as far as decor and personal touches go, but I have the major items.  The rest will come with time. 

I am just thankful to have a bed. The carpet in the apartment may be new, but sleeping on the floor still sucked. Did I mention my new bed is amazing? It's huge! California king and so comfortable.  I love my entire bedroom suit actually. It has a shabby chic feel even though everything is new.  It goes together beautifully without having all matching pieces which is perfectly my taste. I don't plan to go crazy now that I'm kind of loaded, thank you inheritance, but I did want to buy nice solid pieces that will last even if they were a bit pricier.  It doesn't hurt that it's all completely gorgeous.

The bed is four poster and painted in that shabby chic fashion with an antique white and dove gray finish. The large chest of drawers is the same. The nightstands are metal and look similar to cast iron though they aren't that heavy.  I also found this great vanity that was painted completely dove gray. Instead of using the mirror that matched, I paired it was a large mirror mounted on the wall that is framed in metal as well.  I found the cutest little stool to go with it. 

I also bought the most fabulous bedding.  It's got a native american print on it in really peaceful earthtones - cream, soft gray and khaki.  The texture is soft but it looks sort of like burlap.  My rug and drapes and soft blues and greens, and then my throw pillows add pops of brighter colors. The whole room me feel like I'm at the creek in the springtime.  That's what I'm going for anyway. More actual decor will help the vibe I think. 

My living room furniture is comfortable and functional. I have a large couch, an oversized chair and ottoman and a love seat.  The coffee table is big which I love - perfect for board games or puzzles.  The end tables and entertainment center are a nice oak, and i went with a largish television, definitely not the biggest available though.  I do not really like when the television takes up the whole room.

I also purchased all my kitchen necessities, cleaning supplies, and general bathroom items, so the place is now fully functional.  I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with the guest room yet. I could just make it a bedroom, but maybe I want a music room instead? It's not like I plan to have a ton of guests. I could put a daybed or comfortable futon in there for the occasional visits that Chuck makes.  I just don't know. I'm sure inspiration will hit eventually though.

I've spend the rest of my time exploring.  I checked out historical downtown and figured out where the nearest Walmart is.  I also spend one day at the mall.  Mostly I've roamed my neighborhood, though. It's awesome.  There's a park nearby and a coffee shop with great muffins.  I'm near the bus stop as well.  There is  also a neat vintage book and record store where I have spent quite a bit of time.  We also have a couple of clothing boutiques, a flower shop, and a wonderful little market. I am on my way home from there now actually, having picked up the necessary ingredients for the homemade pizza I will make for supper later. 

Charlotte says all of this exploring is nothing more than avoidance. Avoiding what you might ask? It's not as if there isn't plenty to choose from.  My grief of my mother's death...hell, my father's too. It's not like I really got to mourn him either. Or, maybe my current unemployment and general lack of direction...no big deal. As previously stated, I have newfound fortune - lucky me. Besides, I kind of know what I'd like to do, eventually, maybe....more on that later though.

No, my dear Chuck believes I am vigorously avoiding my lifelong best friend, Exley, whom I have not seen in several years and only talked to a handful of times in the last two; who is also sort of the reason I chose Charleston as my new home; and finally, who has no clue I moved here. He has no clue my mom died for that matter, no clue how tough the last two years have been...just no fucking clue.