Apartment 403

So, I have Internet. Hello Internet, yes, I’ve missed you too.

I’ve spent the better part of the last week settling into my new apartment and shopping for all manner of necessary but rather boring things. I’m pretty happy with the way things are thus far, except perhaps for the notable lack of seats.

This was fixed today when my futon showed up. Today feels sort of important. It is the first day of classes, the last day of the week allotted to me to “settle in” and the beginning of the time where I have to start being serious. Helpfully, the futon did in fact show up. It doesn’t quite tie the room together like a rug, but it does help a lot.

And starting today, and due mostly to the fact that I have been here a week now, apartment 403 feels like home. There are still things to buy to round it out (I need a dish strainer and something to stand on when I get out of the shower) but my things are here and I’ve learned how to live in this space. To a very large extent, I’ve learned how to clean this space, and what it takes to navigate it. I’m comfortable alone here. It feels right.

I will however, look forward to the ability to cook more than two eggs on my stovetop.

Not Posting

Here's the thing about time spent not posting: it tends to breed.

I returned home from Rollercon with every intention of posting a nice blog post about all the cool shit I did in Vegas and how none of it involved running from the cops, banned substances or large mammals. Well, that's mostly true.

And I started a post, I really did, and then the internet lost it for me, and I just didn't have the energy to write all the same ideas twice. That was what, two weeks ago?

I've since had my wisdom teeth taken out, gotten sick, and worked a lot. I've, on numerous occasions, thought "I should write a blog about this" and you know what? Yeah, you know.

It didn't happen.

So here I am, laying on my parents' couch, my head full of goo, three days away from stepping foot onto the east coast once more, and I'm writing a blog post now. Why? Because I should be packing.

On the bright side, however, I have signed a lease for an apartment, received the keys for said apartment in the mail, and ordered a futon couch and a sewing machine for aforementioned apartment. So that's awesome.