I realized I hang out in my apartment a lot. Like,...

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A slow culmination of ridiculous, beautiful, and ugly. Ugly? Yes ugly.

I realized I hang out in my apartment a lot. Like, a lot.

Sometimes it’s because I don’t feel like getting dressed (can I get a hell ya!), but mostly it is because I love my apartment a lot. Like, a lot.

I feel way more comfortable in here and it is way more conducive to doing things. I can play the music I want to play while I am reading a book, and it is also quiet. There aren’t any people to distract me (you good looking folk; you really annoying folk; you noisy as fuck folk) and the music isn’t appalling. I can get better work done because again there aren’t distractions, the internet is always awesome, the temperature is perfect, I have access to free food and drink.

I have found a few places I like: the Portrait Gallery Atrium area, which is beautiful, but sometimes can be really noisy and cold. Also I have to make sure I have all my crap and haul it around, which can be annoying. Also it takes the better of a 45 minute travel time and I find when I am in the mood to get shit done, I just want to sit and churn it out.

I like the libraries in my area, but the internet can be crappy as evidenced by every single library in the whole entire world (save the Seattle Library, which is amazing balls), and libraries are usually freezing.

There are a couple nice cafes in my neighbourhood, particularly the Avalon movie theatre, sorry, theater, cafe and Politics and Prose’s cafe. The Avalon is really loud because the owner is totally OCD and wanders around everywhere shouting, and people are constantly coming in because they are buying movie tickets, so it is quite loud. Politics and Prose is great because the play great music and have awesome coffee and it is already located in a bookstore, but it gets busy and you really feel that pressure to GTFO, which sucks.

I find when I go to these places, it’s nice, but never really compares to being in my own home and enjoying the space or getting things done.

I’m not sure what type of person that makes me? For me it is a complete joy to be able to feel comfortable in my apartment again, and I think I am just soaking it up.