33rd and Harrison

This may seem somewhat narcisisstic, materialistic, pathetic, a bit too nostalgic. But, I was rummaging through old pictures that are in a folder on my computer entitled 'pre-oxford'. I hesitate to subscibe fully to the idea that there in fact was life 'pre-oxford' and that there will indeed be life 'post-oxford.' In any case, besides being fully consumed with the work of life 'blurryeyedgradstudent-at-Oxford', I found myself missing terribly my simple, most perfect, studio apartment in Corvallis OR. My last year at OSU, I worked at the Beanery, did too many extra curricular projects for school, and met Eric that fateful spring... I must admit, I dearly loved my studio. In all of its splendour, it only had one room which included a kitchen..., but, I was on my own, and I loved it. I am on my own now too I guess, but I do live in an old renovated hospital, and I don't have my beloved old golden couch to relax on after a hard day of studying. This blog is more for me than for you, I just revelled in these pictures for a few minutes, and wanted to visualize them all lined up in a blog. Now I can look at them any time I like. Perhaps you remember knowing me when I lived here...


My lamp! I miss my lamp. So, I painted that walls that color with my dad, which I had to ask permission from the landlord to do so. And with which I was very pleased. Eric and I drove by shortly after I had moved out to find in disgust that I could see lime green paint had been rather awkwardly placed on those beautiful walls. UGH. I am still horrified at the thought.