the wonder of paint chips and myself
I've finally been given permission to paint my apartment. I've lived in this shoebox for more than 2 years now, and I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be living here for a couple of more years. I hate the place for many reasons, but since I finally got into Native Housing after 4 years of being on the list, I don't really want to move right now. With my new job, I will have to move, but for now, my rent will be staying the same, giving me the chance to bank money to afford to buy my own home in the future. (One of the main goals of Native Housing in this area, at least.)
Creek Bend is the color that I've become certain will be the new shade of my living room. Which is funny, because it's hardly a color at all. Basically, It's grey. Or gray, if you prefer. Either way, it's pretty unorginal, not very bold, and definitely not a statement-making decision. I seem to be in this kind of mood, lately. After needing to buy a new wardrobe for work, which requires a business-casual style adherence, I've become unimaginative enough to have shelled out a paycheck's worth of money for basically 3 pairs of pants, and 4 shirts in black and a pair of men's black dress shoes that I found in a secondhand store. I had given myself that opportunity to go out and get crazy in buying a real adult woman's wardrobe and have failed miserably by sticking to a uniform.
But black, in this case, and grey in the case of my living room, is safe. Everything goes with it, you can't get it too dirty and it will always be somewhat acceptable.
In retrospect, is this really what I want for myself?