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Reclaiming Space

As of last week I have lived down here for 3.5 years.  I have a two bedroom apartment in which 1 of the rooms has never been used for anything as storage.  This is fine, although it has been rather unorganized.

I started reclaiming my kitchen last month after my dad helped me get things a little cleaned up as Amazon boxes had taken over.  I know have space to move around where the table is and can actual get to the cabinet where I still have to remember that I put food in there.

One of the things that was added to the kitchen was the rolling cabinet that had been in the spare bedroom since I moved down here.  It was no easy task getting it out as it was behind a wall of boxes.  I had to actually make a U around the room to get to it and then get it out.  Couldn't roll it out though because there was no space to do that.  Had to carry it out and sadly it wasn't very light.

Had a done just the little bit that I did today it would have been easier, although the space where I started moving things too was occupied by the cabinet itself.  I moved some boxes up against the back wall and now have a space to the back wall by the window without it looking like I'm trying to sneak through a lazer security system.

My goal is to get some space so that I can move my exercise bike into the room and the other exercise equipment that I have picked up.  I'll probably get a small TV and put that in there too and hook up some of my older systems to that.

All of that could be a little ambitious though as I have no idea if I'll be able to clean up enough space to do that.  Hopefully at least some space will be found in the room and it can finally have a purpose to it besides a storage room.

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