Here's the thing about unemployment.
A lot more than you were when you were working crazy hours, hitting up happy hours, falling into bed and waking up hours later only to rush into the shower, grab a cup of coffee and be off and running once again. But the unemployed girl is home. And, if the unemployed girl is of a certain age, then she's nesting.
There's a point in everyone's life where a mish-mash of mismatched plates, furniture and bedding are not really representative of who you've become. And working those crazy hours, the employed girl doesn't really notice. Even those nights she stays in, she is too exhausted for anything but staring mindlessly at the TV. How could she possibly notice the things that are not quite right in her place.
As my dear readers know, I have been unemployed since the middle of November. And, over this time, I have done things like scrub the rubber bits around the edges of the fridge with a toothbrush and put out cotton balls soaked in peppermint oil to repel the mouse all over the apartment. And I have noticed little things like chips in bowls and the fact that I don't have four matching plates. And the ones my roommate has, though matching, are chipped. A girl can't win.
So, the unemployed girl is home. A lot. And she wants to do things to improve her home. But there's the rub! The unemployed girl doesn't have the money to fix up the apartment. The place where she spends her days - job hunting, project making, food cooking - but who can afford the new duvet cover to pull the straightened up bedroom together on one's unemployment check?
So, my gentle readers, I am just compiling a list. A little wish list of things that would make my apartment better, more adult, more the way I want to present myself to the world. So that, slowly but surely, I will be able to pull it all together.