Hipster; n. Usually someone in college or fresh out of college until about their late twenties who enjoys indie music, a good cup of coffee or tea, grocery shopping at an organic store and vintage clothe shopping. Also enjoys local acoustic band shows, and enjoys indie flicks or foreign films with subtitles. They are snobbish about their music and political affiliations, and enjoy reading books. They enjoy traveling and culture in general (Urban Dictionary).
I’ve been in denial for quite awhile about my overpowering hipster-dom, which is half the reason I don’t post here as much as I wish. Just because I wear glasses, dye my hair, wear plaid and vintage boots, have an “old lady” dress collection, listen to music about the Fermi Paradox, and have a thrift store fashion blog does not mean that I’m a hipster.
Yes it does.
Looking for an apartment on Vacancy.com, however, is just what I needed to realize my hipster-ific ways. A townhouse near my college with rooms I can rent out? Far too mainstream. An apartment WITHOUT exposed duct work and run down Quartz walls? Come on, I have standards. Those standards completely line up with a loft in the middle of downtown Sioux Falls, my hometown.
First of all, what could be more ideal than my home town? I know where everything is, I’m only a 30 minute drive (or a 2 hour bike ride for us hipsters who wish to save the environment) from my family and the Starbucks employees already know my order. Not only if this loft in the perfect city it is also in the perfect location. I love downtown with every fiber of my being, almost as much as I love half-off days at Savers. It has history chipped into every brick of every building. Cute coffee shops, quirky toy stores and indie bakeries are all within walking distance, and my possible future college and local health food co-op are within biking distance. There are also a uniquely cool mini mall across the street. I mean, seriously, there’s a thrift store across the bridge. Not only that, but there’s a farmer’s market across the street on Saturdays and a farmer’s market at the cities namesake (the falls, very creative there, founders) a block away from the loft. This place is in a dress wearing, organic food eating, bike-riders dream location.
Now, if that’s not enough, let’s venture inside the apartment (or flat, if you’re a BBC addict like myself). Bricks, exposed duct work, stained concrete floors scratched with age-old knowledge and natural lighting makes me a very happy fashion blogger. Places to take outfit photos so I can pretend that I have what it takes to be a model! Outlandish green walls! I almost had a wanna-be interior designer heart attack! I kid you not when I say my breath literally caught in my chest when I saw the bedroom (pictured below). I could imagine my vintage dresses hanging in the walk in closet, oxfords lining the floor and my boyfriend’s confused stare as I slide around the floor in my socks channeling Tom Cruise.
Roommates? Who needs roommates when you have a Doctor Who cardboard cutout?