Decorating My First Apartment – Rugs, Paintings, Curtains, Etc.

From the moment I first opened the door to my apartment I immediately thought this wasn’t the place for me. The door only opened at a 90-degree angle; with the narrow hallway, it wasn’t possible for the agent and me to enter at the same time. To make matters worse, it was dark. Not dark because the lights weren’t on but dark because the apartment lacks natural lighting. On the front half of this oddly shaped apartment there are large windows but on the other half, the windows open to face concrete walls.


fall decorations


Although I’m delighted to have large windows on the side, opening the blinds for light means losing all the privacy I have inside. With the apartment being on the ground floor, everyone passing by this busy main street will then have a full view into my home. To make matters worse, the guest bedroom that I intend to rent is on the side if the apartment without windows and is also obscurely shaped; making it less appealing to renters. Despite the features that I couldn’t change, the location was superb and since apartments are rented out quickly I took my chances by agreeing to rent it.

Based on the decor of the apartment it was clear to see that the owner was an older person; due to the antique paintings that covered every inch of the walls and the flooring covered. The old dusty light fixtures did a better job constricting light than brightening the dark apartment. In the bedrooms, not even the bed sets looked like something that wasn’t bought within the last twenty years. The furniture was dated and not one piece matched to make a complete set. Even though I was the new tenant all of these aspects made me feel like it wasn’t my home. I knew I needed to do something in order to change this uncomfortable feeling I had while living there.

I started by removing everything in the apartment to start afresh; I removed excessively large pieces of furniture and all of the paintings on the wall. I looked through decor websites, saved multiple pictures and tips on Pinterest. Since I had a low budget I knew the way I truly desired to style my home wouldn’t be possible. However, I made the best out of it by shopping at lower priced stores such as Ikea. I also incorporated things I already owned from the previous places where I was living.

In the end, I now love my new home. There were a few things my budget didn’t permit me to change such as the light fixtures, and I obviously couldn’t do anything about the structure of the apartment. Nevertheless, the changes I made drastically changed the ambiance of the apartment. Removing all of the pictures on the wall managed to make the apartment to be seem brighter with the light now reflecting on clean white walls. I changed the blinds in the windows, I have access to all of the daylight I want without having to sacrifice my privacy.


There was one piece that I was able to incorporate into my apartment that added the perfect level of contrast and is the statement piece in the entire apartment, my rugged emerald green rug. The rug is used to identify the dining area in the petite space. Placed underneath the dining table this rug turned the open living room/kitchen space into three separate spaces as I wanted. This gives the impression of the apartment having more space, which is vital since I have to share a small apartment with someone else. My home is so cozy and comfortable to me now that anytime I have to leave, now feels like a burden.


Home Decorating With Area Rugs

I’ve always found myself drawn to the medical field, this may be because I was always in the hospital.  I was a pretty clumsy kid.  In my adolescence, I would sport an injury nearly every week.  I’ve gotten less injury prone as I’ve gotten older, but I’m still not without the occasional trip on a flat surface.  In my lifetime, I have had two sprained wrists, 4 sprained ankles (3 on the left and one on the right), two broken wrists, two dislocated shoulders, one concussion, and an assortment of broken fingers and toes. Good thing I always had my love of western rugs to fall back on.


Let’s take a trip to 2009….So now we’re at my beloved elementary school, Minisink Valley.  I loved this place, everything about it was great, the urinals that reached all the way down to the floor, the gigantic playground full of dangerous obstacles for barely four foot tall 9-year-olds, not to mention that one teacher who gave out lollipops every time we answered a question correctly.  My elementary school truly was a gem like none other.


Anyway, It’s springtime, I’m at recess, my friends and I are running away from girls chasing us with barbies because well “coodies” were a very real and incurable ailment.  The swings were always our base, if we got there we were basically immune.  Out of nowhere a girl breaks from the pack and singles me out, so I make for the swings.  I’m running as fast as my legs can sprint, wind rushing through my buzz cut (my parents didn’t believe in paying for haircuts so they just gave me buzz cuts themselves…it was awful), and BAM I made it.  The girl leaves obviously defeated as she knows my newly gained immunity.  I’m pretty tired at this point after my 25-yard sprint so I plop down on the swings, and I swing.


Five minutes pass and the teacher calls us in, the only problem is I’m still swinging, and with no indication of slowing down; gravity has taken over at this point and I have absolutely no control.  I start brainstorming and come up with a solution.  “I’ll just jump”, yeah I’ll jump!  Won’t be too hard, and if I do it all my friends will think it’s super cool!  So I jump…. well more like fell really fast.  I didn’t take into account that there isn’t really a stable surface to jump from when your swinging at a velocity of 90 mph.  It all happened very quickly, but I remember standing up, looking at my wrist and thinking “that doesn’t look right”,  I immediately go to my teacher, she screams, this is not the response I was looking for.


I eventually end up in the nurse’s office whom also doesn’t present me with the reaction I wanted.  As soon as I showed her my hand she cringes and tells me to sit down, at which time she calls my mother.  I can go on and on about all of the adults from this point forward who saw my broken, swollen, oddly shaped wrist, but it would be a waste of time.  EVERY adult that saw my injury comforted me by cringing and mouthing “oooooooooffff”.  So yeah, not a great experience.  To my surprise, the only adult that didn’t give this type of reaction was Dr. Trap.  He just observed my wrist and moved my arm in positions so that he could better see the injury, there were no signs of dismay in his voice.  As he talked to me he kept it light and made this seem like a normal occurrence (which I’m sure it was for him).  This gave me comfort, and I relaxed.  He eventually gave me some anesthesia and set the wrist back in place, as well as put a hard cast onto my newly normalized arm.


The way Dr. Trap handled my injury amazed me, and I consider it to be a major factor in my decision to go into the medical field.  I plan on working in pediatrics and helping kids as injury prone to myself.  I’m excited about what the future may hold, and I hope I can touch the life of somebody like myself and inspire them to dedicate their life to also helping the clumsy people of this world.…