A typical conversation lately:
Friend: So, are you excited about your new apartment?
Me: Yeah, I guess.
Friend #2: Dude, this is so exciting! I love getting to decorate a new place.
Me: Um, yeah…
Friend: Oh, yeah, isn’t it great? New furniture and paint colors and swatches and- Ollie, are you crying?
Me: No. I just, you know, I have something in my eye.
Friend: You are, you’re crying. Aren’t you excited about decorating your new place?
Me: Sure, yeah. I guess. I mean, everyone has their own style right and it’s the perfect way to- to express, t-
Friend #2: (laughs) Dude. Get it together. You’re acting like you don’t have a sense of style or something…
Friend: Oh no. That can’t be it. I’m sure Ollie’s got a style. Everybody’s got a style! My nana has a style for crying out loud. So what is it, Ol? Mid-century modern?
Friend #2: Minimalist?
Friend: French country?
My head hangs in shame. Silence… Friends look at each other.
Friend #2: Hey, look what I found- a Pottery Barn catalog! Just here in my purse. Ollie, why don’t you take a look-
Me: Don’t patronize me! I hate you both! Never speak to me again!
Ok, so technically that last part was more 90210 than what really happened but you get the gist. A new apartment is coming and I have been worried… very worried. If you wonder why my preoccupation over the next few weeks is real estate/furnishing related, this is why. Just so you know.