i'm ready to find my next home

i'm ready to find my next home. this afternoon, after an epic THUD from the apartment above -- where, presumably and based on the heart-stopping loudness of the sound, a member of the construction/reno team either dropped a large appliance or a body -- i looked around and wondered how much longer i'll be living here.

i'm ready to find my next home. i'm ready to have a cat, and i don't want to adopt one while i'm still living in a building that's as noisy and chaotic (thanks to the aforementioned construction) as this one. the noise and chaos won't end anytime soon and, very realistically, could last for years to come as units are renovated one at a time. granted, no apartment renovation will be as loud (in my unit) as the one directly above me, but you'd be surprised how effectively sound travels along, and through, concrete walls. *i* don't want to be in my apartment during the day, so i can't imagine leaving a pet alone all day in that kind of constant banging/drilling/sanding/yelling/thunking/hammering.

i'm ready to find my next home. i'm ready to decorate and to paint and to make a whole new space my own. i'm ready to find homes for so many of the things i currently have in boxes -- either in my closets here or in my parents' basement. actually, i think (in this regard) my mother might actually be more ready for me to have that kind of space. she's ready for my stuff to move with me.

i'm ready to find my next home. i'm ready to have my own washer and dryer. i'm ready to do laundry without having to bag it and transport it to my parents' house. (yes, there's laundry in this building and, until the replaced the old machines with new, sub-par and pricy HE machines, i actually did the bulk of my stuff here.) i'm ready to sit on big red and have my washer and dryer humming in the background. i'm ready to fold laundry on my dining room table. i'm ready to do laundry whenever the mood strikes -- in the evening after work, on a sunday morning, when i'm working from home and looking to be extra-productive.

i'm ready to find my next home. i'm ready to move into a new part of the city (or to find a new part of my current area) and to discover new places to shop and to find great paths to walk. (literally and figuratively.) i'm ready to see the sun rise from a different perspective, to see how the light makes it way into the corners of my new space, to watch the sun set over different rooftops and treetops. i'm ready to have a spot to put my christmas tree, a spot where i pick up great desserts, a spot i determine is the endpoint of a "long walk through the neighbourhood."

i'm ready to find my next home. i'm ready to have a space that is my own. a space that's MINE. a space where i can control the temperature, where i can control who comes and goes and when, and where i feel like i can stay for as long as i'd like.

i'm ready to find my next home. i'm ready to start the next chapter of my life, especially as i feel the current one drawing to a close. that's not for any specific reason -- i just have this feeling that the next phase of my life is on the horizon and i'm trying to get to it, and a big part of that next phase is finding the place in which i will live as it all unfolds.