I didn’t realize it until this past weekend, but I have a new favorite room in my condo. I didn’t expect it; in fact, so many other rooms come to mind first as better rooms when I try to choose my favorite. There’s the room I spend most of my time in, the living room, which is open to the kitchen and dining room. My previous post was about wall-mounting the TV and fireplace, which make the open living room space the heart of my home and even more enjoyable for me.
As a former San Franciscan, I can also wholeheartedly say I love my laundry room. I love having my own personal washer and dryer that no one else gets to use, and which is not coin-operated in a dingy basement. I have a shelf for a variety of laundry detergents and fabric softeners because I love having options and different smells for my clean laundry.
I love my wrap-around patio, which has a teeny tiny view, and allows me to nurture my gardening hobby. It has a BBQ, genuine custom built Adirondack chairs, a firepit, as well as a dining table and chairs to enjoy a meal outside, too.
Memorial Day weekend was my first weekend with houseguests. My best friend for the last 10 years, who knows me better than most and still loves me, and her girlfriend came to Seattle for a visit. This was the first time I got to put my guest room to use.
Normally, I keep my guest room door closed, mostly to keep Cheddar from making a mess or getting his fur all over. I figure one less room for him keeps him out of that much more trouble. I never even had my own bedroom (let alone a guest room) in the last apartment in SF I had, mostly because the living room was the bedroom was the guest room in that studio. I’ve not had a guest room since 2008, I believe. Real estate was at such a premium in San Francisco and Sydney that I could barely afford my own room, let alone a separate wholly-dedicated empty room with a bed for guests which does not have a full- or part-time roommate.
I think I love my guest room most of all, when it is in use. That’s where people close to me, who care enough to come out for a visit, get to sleep. I try to make them as comfortable as possible. It’s not a fancy room. It has a bed, a shelf, and a bedside table. It has an old Australian flag I got for Australia Day while living in Sydney, as well as photos on canvas I took in Australia (one is of Uluru where I scattered some of my father’s ashes, whilst another is of the harbor at Rushcutter’s Bay near where I lived in Sydney.) I put up glow in the dark stars in the guest room, and the guest bathroom has a space-themed star shower curtain. I subconsciously made my guest room my Australia room. Miranda, my giant stuffed panda, a gift from a friend in Sydney, also resides in the guest room, welcoming guests to give her a cuddle. I didn’t realize I had enough for a whole Australia room until I saw what I had to work with. Australia was a big part of my life and who I am as a person, so it’s only fitting it should have its own theme room in my condo.
Having my best friend around me this past weekend made me feel more like me in my new place. I feel like since moving to Seattle, I’ve undergone a sort of personal renaissance. With so much that’s new, I didn’t have much of the old around. I haven’t felt so much like myself in a while. It’s refreshing. And my place finally feels like home to me. All of the projects I’d given myself when I moved in 3 months ago have been completed. It’s a great feeling, and to get to share that with friends who love and support me makes me incredibly happy and at peace.