I used to dream about storage space, even before I had to worry about it. Those dreams were magical and fun, so I want to revisit them. Take a stroll down memory lane with me!
I walk around my apartment, and suddenly -- to my great surprise -- I find a Narnia-like door that leads to a completely new room. All of this extra space that I always longed for was there all along. What a delightful surprise.
Except that it was a dream. Not just a dream, but many, many dreams for as long as I remember.
Yes, even as a child that didn't have to worry about storage space, I was dreaming about discovering new rooms, or waking up in different houses. Excitedly thinking that I woke up in the house of my French family. It always felt exhilarating, like finding an oasis. Or how adult me would define it: a world in which I don't have squish the sieve behind the instant pot.
Tragically, very recently, those dreams just stopped - just slipped between my fingers. I kinda miss them, so I want stroll down memory lane to revive some of those memories.
I have often wondered where these dreams came from: as a child, I don't remember ever wanting for space -- as a student I didn't even have space to store my own suitcase. When my partner and I were appartment hunting this spring I made the same joke an embarrassing number of times: that the storage space is larger than my first student room.
And I wasn't lying!! It was 7 m^2, including a built in cupboard and a slanted wall (because it was under the roof). There was no room for a desk. I had this IKEA bed that filled the whole room once you converted it into a double bed.
How I remember my first student room.
This is how I remember it, my magical cupboard, my first time moving out of my parents' house!! Every move was fabulous in its own way. The next one, I got my own bathroom. The move after that, I got to live in a studio. The one after, I moved in with my boyfriend.
Until finally, we bought our own apartment. In my dad's words, "un palais!". A true oasis of space. It feels strange to be living my dream - having space to let the sieve and the instant pot have a breather. Thinking about those dreams makes me happy, though. Excited for me-of-the-past, if that makes sense.
I wonder what, when the dream returns, will be behind the magical door. Maybe a cleaner? We still need to get used to all the extra surfaces we need to clean. Adult dreams are weird sometimes.
April 2, 2023
EssaysLast weekend the clock went one hour back: a nasty surprise. I was already going to bed on the late side before my gym session the next day. Switching to summer time meant another hour would be taken off my night. In the end, it messed up my sleep for an entire week.
May 25, 2023
EssaysAfter years of studying, I have started feeling pretty confident in my machine learning abilities. But my collaboration with SRON brings me face to face with my lack of experience with satellite imagery. Let’s wind back to your student days with me, and dive into the world of the pure joy of learning new things!
