go for groovy

After visiting the VERY TINY apartment I may soon call home, I trudged up the stairs of the law school.

There are four flights of stairs to the computer lab. Honestly, sometimes after walking to school, I take the elevator. Today I wish I had.

I saw the Dean, my contracts prof, on the stairwell.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello," he replied, "How are you?"

"Great!" I responded. "How are you?"

"Not as much as great, but good."

"Go for groovy."

"Excuse me?" By this point I'm a full staircase ahead of him, looking down and him looking up as students mill past us.

"Go for groovy. Don't just elevate for great, but go yet higher. Go for groovy."

WHAT MORON INVADED MY BODY IN THOSE MOMENTS???

Why isn't somebody there to tell me, after I said "Great" to shut the hell up?!

Sigh.

So this tiny, efficiency is REALLY TINY. It's about the size of Dayton's house. And let's all remember here - DAYTON LIVES IN A REFUGEE CAMP. Is it empathy that I'm struggling for here, to choose to live like that?

Nope. Cost effectiveness. This place is SOOO close to school - it was a 7-minute stroll to the front door of the law school. It's $125 more than I'm paying now, and no more of The Roommate. It's very nice - completely renovated with slate tiles and new fixtures and everything. Which means clean and all that. And it's really, really close to the Rec Center. And I think there's parking right up to my door, though I need to check on that.

But can I live with NO counter space? I've already configured a board to set over the sink to use for chopping, and shelves on which to put the toaster oven and rice cooker, and the microwave on top of the refrigerator, and a small butcher block cart with storage underneath and an actual surface.

This will all be a really, really good experience for the day I'll live in Hong Kong (or a refugee camp myself - though having a bathroom and a refrigerator and electricity and running water sort of shoots the camp idea). Maybe I need to just check in with Shelton about all sorts of space-finding techniques. I think I can fit all my furniture in there, and everything else I own. I don't want to get rid of anything because hopefully it will only be a few months until Dayton and the girls get here and I'm looking for a bigger place.

It's a band-aid, as Nancy would say. It'll be ok for awhile. I think. I'll go back on Friday morning, with Jenny in tow, to check on it again.

It's definitely not groovy, but it may be good.