two things

A tour of my brains hosted by the lovely and incredibly talented Serena @ It’s part of her awesome Future Shelves series featuring the poor and penniless writers among us ^-^.

And a tour of my scantily furnished apartment (especially for my loved ones who are near to my heart but far from my little hermitage…)

I give you…. my Writing Nook!!!! Yes, that’s what I’m calling it and I’m sticking to it until something better comes along.


Pink!Domo welcomes all with glee! GLEE!


Cat Castle Corner… He is so spoiled.


The Land of Nod… or, the Sleepatorium.


The pink room of resting and pinkness.


The Owls are not amused.


The nook o’ tea and crumpets! Yes, there are crumpets in my fridge. Pardon the mess.


The Imagination Station/Sun Salutation area


The guardian sprites.


Pink!Domo encounters the Didymus.


That’s all folks!

in which I am a hermit

There are several things I do not have in my new apartment…

  • I do not have a sofa. Indeed, my bum has but a minor selection of surfaces upon which to rest–a bubble chair my mom salvaged from my teenaged bedroom, a couple of stools, and my new pink desk chair. I miss cushy couches.
  • I do not have a television… not that I watch much to begin with, but I miss it now more than ever.
  • But the pièce de résistance… *dun dun dun* I do not have reliable internets! My account won’t come through until the 15th, so I’m at the mercy of my neighbor’s wi-fi, which likes to go to sleep at odd intervals and leave me bereft of webby goodness.

In the meantime, I am editing and reading and figuring out how to shift for myself. Now, if only I could figure out how to get my windows to close properly so I don’t have to hear every nighttime sound.

on moving out and moving in

A number of things happened last month that culminated in my speeding up my goal to find a place to live on my own. It was time. Nothing bad prompted this–though there were (and are) issues at home that swayed the decision-making process–it just felt like time to move out. Two years ago, I made the decision to pay student loans over moving out. There were times when I seriously questioned that choice, as it seemed like I wasn’t quite an adult yet, but I’m at a point now where I can manage for the few months that it will take to finish off the last of my loans while also paying rent.

The apartment hunt was a lot shorter than I imagined, as I was led to a good place by one of the boy’s friends. I had been searching the listings during the last two years, but none of the places I considered compared to what I found. The place itself is kind of a fixer upper, but it just needs some care, no major repairs. It was lived in by a single guy. No one can imagine the state of the place before my mom and I cleaned it… which is another thing, my mom is taking this move in classic empty-nester mode.  It’ll be some time before she really comes ’round. I tweeted about my being a Cuban girl and how moving out is a pretty big deal…it really is. Many Hispanic women tend to stay home unless they get married, and some even after they marry. My mom lived on her own for a few years because of certain circumstances that made it impossible for her to stay with her family, but she didn’t really like living alone. I, however, am a true only child. I love the quiet of being alone. And I love decorating! Yes, I do.

This will be a year for change and growth and all that. So ttfn, or at least until I get a network connection going in the apartment. Then, there will be posts galore and writing. *I haven’t written or edited a word since I started looking  for a place and it’s killing my spirit*