Transitioning from a nomadic to a sessile life.

While the specifics will vary with the actual apartment, the question remains: how do I get from bare to livable in the least time with the least amount of money?

And my more hedonistic side answers, With what and how will I decorate a place where I will (in all probability) spend the rest of my life? Having grown up in a fine New England Colonial Revival home, I feel somewhat uneasy at the prospect of not ending my life as comfortably as I began it. Even if my finances change, I can't easily see myself suddenly gaining the savoir-faire of my older female relatives.

(Yes, I realize the irony of all this: my "virtual" space is Decadent and named for one of the most beautiful rooms in the world; my "real" situation is that I can hardly keep a room in even college-dorm order by myself.) 

Ok, to start, I'll probably need a bed, a table, a chair and a chest of drawers. Unless I decide to go completely paperless, I'll need at least one bookcase and a filing cabinet. Now, at this point, I'm supposed to say, "I started out in a suburban cluttered hell, now I live in a beautiful pristine minimalist paradise." Fat chance.  This is what my library would look like (maybe on edges, not piles) if I had my druthers.







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