I arrived! I walked into my apartment (the first floor of the Poet's Cottage) around 7:30PM. I'm not ashamed to say that I shed a few tears. It was overwhelming. I will be living here for four months. I will be writing/ reading here for four months. No teaching! What a gift! I want to hug my poems. I want to kiss my poems. To thank them for sheltering and feeding me.
What a gift.
The apartment is very cozy. It feels right. Here are some pics of the apartment.
The living room. Nice couches. I will probably wind up using the coffee table as my desk. I've never been much of a desk guy.
Nice bookshelves in living room. Most of the shelves will remain empty since I didn't bring much stuff. Yes, I know what you're thinking: That's a lot of dusting!
Breakfast nook in the kitchen.
The kitchen. Very clean. And bright.
Nice chair in living room. I will sit on this chair and think up new poems. Yes, that sounds like a good idea.
The dining room. A lot of cherry wood. I think. I'm terrible with wood. Ha! Anyways, the plums and peaches on the table (along with orange juice, bagels, cream cheese, coffee, half and half, chocolate, tea) were wonderful and yummy Welcome-to-Bucknell treats that were waiting for me.
My bedroom. Very comfy bed. Yeah, I already took a nap. So what!
The second bedroom. If you vist me you can sleep here. Hear me, Diana? Hear me, Rigoberto? In fact, if you're on my blogroll, you're invited to stay with me for a week. Think of it as a little residency. No joke.
The bathroom. Notice the pink bath mats. They knew I was coming.
Stairs to scary basement! The washer and dryer are down there so I'm going to have to trek down there soon. Maybe.