The (almost) full apartment

So I recently moved from my sublet/roomate apt (across from a middle school), to my super fly by myself grown up apt (across from an elementary school). so i am both going up and down in the world it seems.

Moving into my apt i kept thinking about how:
1)awesome I was to beat all those other people out on this fly apt. yay credit!
2)brave i was to have cut things off with boyfriend and try things on my own.
3)stupid i was to have cut things off with boyfriend and try things on my own.
4)how the hell am i going to fill my huge new apt? seriously, I didn't even own a bed.

commence shopping spree:
bed, check! mattress discounters $530 after shipping. ouch! but PILLOWTOP! EURO-pillowtop. ah...
coffee table, check! craigslist. $125 down from $140 for the gorgeous coffee table that actually matches my bedroom nightstand! i was so excited about that. then i realized i can't put them both in the same room. but still, yay!
4 chairs for the dining room table i bought on the cheap from the former tenant, check! table, ikea, $100. chair, $120 total, also ikea one year old, with cushions, not the shitty $16 ones you build yourself.
papasan chair from pier 1, check! more than i wanted to spend but it's so cute with the red and blue cushion. and it was bought before i thought about craigslist (i was so burnt out from the apt hunting).

so add that to the bureau i already own, nightstand i own, and ..... oh wait that's all i own.

bc this place is huge for DC (an unheard of 900 sq. ft for lonely me) this all adds up to one fricken empty apt.

couch anyone? floor rug anyone? money anyone?

this story is soon to be followed by the tale of my crazy grandma and her attempt to buy my soul - but i can't buy any furniture. dammit.