IRL : the living sitch : circumstances : wishin' & hopin'

Winter (or the threat thereof) hits, and my desire for a personal Jiminy Cricket reasserts itself with a fury.

Presently:

I wish that it did not get dark until, at the very least, 7 p.m.

I wish that there was a corner market
and/or a bar
within walking distance of my apartment.

I wish that I had a space. A working space. Somewhere removed from my apartment and my workplace, even if only slightly, where I can shut the door, play music at a decent volume, and concentrate on all of my little projects. Ideally, there would be a computer and a film scanner, a drafting table, a big work table, a lightbox, and a comfortable chair that isn't so comfortable as to make me drowsy. Maybe even a photo printer. No phone. Very few, if any, people in the vicinity. Definitely a window. Even if I'd only be there in the evenings, I need, nay, require, some suggestion of the outside.

I wish that I had a bigger kitchen, with lots of working surfaces.

I wish that I made enough money to afford my apartment all by myself, no roommate. This has nothing to do with The Roomie's glower becoming nascently Single White Female-ified. Although the presence of that certainly encourages me to... wish a lot harder.

I wish that it weren't so goddamned cold.

That is all.

For now.