Remember LAST spring when I rented my place on Airbnb for the first time? Remember when I thought it was going to be a short-lived experiment?
Well, 15 months later I’m still renting it to travelers from Egypt to Australia and everywhere in between.
It takes a toll on me. I’m not going to lie.
Even though my friends are awesome for letting my big beast and me stay with them, it’s hard not to be home. Sure, I have streamlined my packing process and my after-hours check in procedures so I don’t have to wait for international travelers at all hours of the night, but if I’m being honest, I’m ready to stop for a while.
I’m ready to finish the repairs and upgrades my place desperately needs, to have a proper dinner party on my yet-to-be-christened mahogany table, and I’m ready to know all of my shoes are in my closet instead of a bag on the floor.
So, I finally rejected a couple of requests from Parisians and blocked a week off my calendar. Now I can stay home to deal with my place… and the mail that gets neglected when I’m living like a nomad.
I tackled the refrigerator upgrade last weekend with middling success (see injuries here), and now I’m ready to replace my couch.
My parents bought my current one for me when I graduated from USC, and it had two removable slipcovers back then. Four rescue dogs, 45 international travelers, and 13 years later, I’m down to one slipcover that is absolutely in tatters.
It’s time for an upgrade.
The challenge is finding a sleeper sofa I don’t hate for under $1,000. I found one that wasn’t bad at Cost Plus, but it didn’t have removable (read: washable) cushions, and it only pulled out into a twin, which won’t really work for a lot of reasons.
It was CLOSE to being right, but…
I found another option I don’t despise online, but it’s hard for me to commit without seeing it up close.
Also? It only comes in pebble which wouldn’t be catastrophic, but I think I want dark gray.
I’ve been scouring Craigslist for over a month, but that has been a bit of a bust thus far.
So… I confess I’m not quite sure what to do about the couch, I’m a bit sick of renters, I’m tired of living like a refugee… and my other confession?
I have writers block.
I know that sounds crazy considering I wrote two blog posts this week, but it’s really just procrastination because I don’t know what to do with my pilot, my second feature, or the first feature I’m converting into a novel.
I’m just not feeling that inspired.
Now that I’m home and rejecting rental requests for a while, I’m going to make myself write.
Hold me to it, K?