apartment 65 (Baltimore, MD)

your first and only studio apartment. $500/mo, which feels steep at the time. (hah)

it has beautiful moulding covered with decades of thick white paint.

take your shoes off at the door, please.

kitchen
rice cooker

empty

refrigerator

trader joes saag paneer, string cheese, soy sauce, eggs, spinach (if you're lucky)

cupboard

an incredible number of mismatching mugs.

you never intentionally acquire them and yet they multiply.

couch

a terrible little craigslist couch pointed at the window.

it's a loveseat, really.

window sill

the bay window is what made you fall in love with the space.

you never put up shades.

basil

it grows enough to make pesto one (1) time.

you mince it with a knife because you don't have a blender.

tomato plant

never bears fruit, but grows tall and lovely

peperomia

you still have it.

it's has many propogations that live in the homes of your friends.

the city

you live on a street peppered with bars below.

sometimes people scream and you rush to the window, but they're just drunk.

your car window is shattered once, but they only steal your CD collection.

they leave angry orchard cider bottles in the back seat, which offends you.

the city works its charms on you anyway.

table

a heavy-ass ikea fold out table that you later move to 4 nyc apartments.

two matching fold out chairs on either side.

those are still around.

bedroom
desk

your home within a home.

mason jars

scissors, ink nibs, nib holders, bone folder, charcoal, brushes, brush pens, white out, gel pens, screw driver, mechanical pencils, exacto knife, rulers, highlighters, eraser, kneaded erasers, lead, prismacolor markers, micron pens, four-color pen, nails, hammer, nail cutter, nail file, tweezers, sand paper

where the hell is the BIC pen

intuos 3

inherited from your favorite cousin.

you learn how to draw and paint on a screen.

the trustiest tool you know. it endures nearly two decades of abuse.

files

printed readings, letters from friends, employee onboarding docs.

pile
sketchbook

life drawings and anime drawings

sketchbook

master studies and anime drawings

sketchbook

emo comics and anime drawings

sketchbook

watercolor still lives and anime drawings

sketchbook

mortifying diary entries and anime drawings

closet

t-shirts, sweaters, dresses. (you still wear dresses)

an ill-advised mini vest that makes you feel vaguely like han solo.

bathroom

dimly lit.

the bathtub is a strange orange-pink hue.

bed

a full. it's too soft.

you spend lots of time staring at the ceiling fan.

a sweet, important relationship ends here.

the bed moves with you out of baltimore and for many years after.

when your next important relationship blossoms you won't need it anymore.