This post is sort of a long time coming. By that I mean that I have been meaning to write it for, well, months. Compass has this thing called “Starter Stories” about having your first place and how it has affected you. The good, the bad, and the ugly–like the fact that I can’t forget to wash dishes because I don’t have a dishwasher. Since I had just moved to a new place that has kind of changed my life, I figured it could be fun. Why not? I asked myself. I mean, it is the first time I am not living under my parents’ supervision, so it is my own place. Even though my apartment is on campus and technically a dorm, it still has flare particular to my roommates and myself. It has shaped me into a brand new girl that I can be proud of. So here is goes!
Cerro Vista is known as the non-social, way the heck out of the way, boring residence hall at Cal Poly. At least, it used to be. Of course, it is not a social as the dorms, but that is mostly because of proximity to each other. Each apartment consists of four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. In four of the six buildings, one bedroom is considered a den, while the rest of the bedrooms are shared between two people. The other two buildings have single bedrooms; that is where I live. Because of this, we have our own space, and that is why is “less social” than the dorms. In my opinion, that is what you make it. I am very close with many people in my building, so I feel as though that does not quite apply to us.
The best thing about this apartment is that I have my own room and I share my bathroom with one other person, who just happens to be my best friend. My whole life, I have shared my bedroom with one of my sisters and have had to fight for bathroom time with three other people. Needless to say, I really liked this change. I could finally decorate how I pleased. My sisters and I are very different, so I always lost the decor battle.
Another great thing about this room is that my mother is not around to tell me to clean every five minutes. I like things clean; however, I prefer that “comfortably lived in” feel, which is why books aren’t in boxes and things are strewn about on my desk. I know where everything is, and that’s what matters, right? Not having someone to persistently tell me to clean or tidy up is a huge stress I do not have to deal with. It also made me kind of spiteful, and I would not clean simply because she told me I had to. Yeah, I am one of those people. It is why I have always dreamt of living on my own.
My other dream is to have a beautiful kitchen. The one I have is…not. But that is okay! You have to start somewhere, and it is nice enough. Everything works, and I only have to live here until June. I wish it had more storage and counter space, but it is much better than what the dorms have…which is nothing.
I love having a kitchen because I get to cook and bake things whenever I please. I can experiment and try new things without my family on my back about whatever I am making. It has helped my be more independent and self-sufficient because I cannot keep relying on cereal for every meal–no matter how much I want to. The kitchen has helped me grown as a person and increased my ability to use appliances. Unfortunately, a dishwasher is not one of those luxuries, so I am learning to conquer my fear of gross food stains. Yay progress!
The living room is where I spend a lot of time. We have a huge window with a great view, so how can you not hang out in there? We also leave our door wide open for most of the day, which allows me to talk to anyone and everyone that walks by. Our room is in a prime walk-by spot, so I have made many friends this way.
Every few weeks, my “spot” in the living room changes. Couch, chair, other chair, couch, etc. It is nice to bounce about the seats, and I have learned that where I am correlates to how well I do my work.
I also adore our tapestry on the wall. It makes the room feel so much warmer and home-y. We used to have string lights, which I may have loved even more, but the fire marshall got very mad at all the rooms that had them, so we had to take them down. I am extremely sad about this, and our living room seems a little sadder as well. The tapestry helps.
Quite possibly my favorite part of this apartment is the view. Every day it is a whole new experience to watch the sunset. The number of pictures I have is ridiculous. Because of this view, I have learned to appreciate my setting more. How could I take these sunsets for granted? I cannot. They are just too gorgeous.
The fact of the matter is: Cal Poly has changed my life. This apartment has refined my independence exponentially. It is shaping me into a new woman every day, and I am very happy with the change. Vanessa and I are already in talks of moving to New York and getting an loft together (exposed brick and million dollar price tag included). I already spend some time on the Compass website looking at neighborhoods, even though it is four years away. You can never start looking too early, right?
I am whole new person because of this place, and I couldn’t be happier and more ready to take on the world. Every day is a learning experience, and I love it.
With love, A ❤