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Today I feel awake. Go figure. Thoughts on moving:
There are a billion and one random little things that a home needs, and on my first supply run I managed to think of about half of them. Some notable items overlooked: kleenex, cheese grater, butter, garbage and recycling bags, measuring cup, kitchen knives.
Living alone is, it turns out against all reason, a bit lonesome on occasion. However, shopping for household items alone is slightly more lonesome, even though it does involve actually going out among other human beings. Weird. Right now this is mostly because I'm not working, so everyone I know is gone during the day and there's only so much unpacking and shopping to be done to keep me busy. Even so, I suspect the greater solitude is something I'll have to get used to. We'll see how it feels once I get back from the trip and start working again.
I am a little bit nervous about leaving for three weeks right after moving in. This is partly because it interrupts the process of settling, so I have a harder time committing to anything new just yet (like a job), since I know I'm about to disappear for another month. Also, I'm paranoid that something important will happen while I'm gone, like I'll get some critical piece of mail, or the landlord will need to talk to me, or the place will explode, or.. something. It almost feels like I've started thinking the apartment itself needs my presence and attention, and fret over leaving it alone. Ew.
The landlord seems to have repainted the entire apartment just before I moved in. This was nice of them, except that even after running my window fan for the last five days straight, the place still smells like paint. On the one hand, I don't notice it anymore except when I first get back from being out, but on the other hand, that might not be a good thing.
I had dinner at the French Meadow last night with Anna and her friend Molly and Molly's boyfriend Joe. They're about to move to New Mexico and I was hoping to snag their couch, but it turns out they're taking it along after all, although I might score some shelves. So, if anyone owns a large-ish vehicle and wants to go couch shopping with me this weekend, gimme a ring.
On that note, I've been called in for emergency raspberry picking duty; my parents' vines have gone berserk, it seems. I was also instructed to recruit reinforcements, so if anyone wants some free raspberries, also gimme a ring.
Ta.
There are a billion and one random little things that a home needs, and on my first supply run I managed to think of about half of them. Some notable items overlooked: kleenex, cheese grater, butter, garbage and recycling bags, measuring cup, kitchen knives.
Living alone is, it turns out against all reason, a bit lonesome on occasion. However, shopping for household items alone is slightly more lonesome, even though it does involve actually going out among other human beings. Weird. Right now this is mostly because I'm not working, so everyone I know is gone during the day and there's only so much unpacking and shopping to be done to keep me busy. Even so, I suspect the greater solitude is something I'll have to get used to. We'll see how it feels once I get back from the trip and start working again.
I am a little bit nervous about leaving for three weeks right after moving in. This is partly because it interrupts the process of settling, so I have a harder time committing to anything new just yet (like a job), since I know I'm about to disappear for another month. Also, I'm paranoid that something important will happen while I'm gone, like I'll get some critical piece of mail, or the landlord will need to talk to me, or the place will explode, or.. something. It almost feels like I've started thinking the apartment itself needs my presence and attention, and fret over leaving it alone. Ew.
The landlord seems to have repainted the entire apartment just before I moved in. This was nice of them, except that even after running my window fan for the last five days straight, the place still smells like paint. On the one hand, I don't notice it anymore except when I first get back from being out, but on the other hand, that might not be a good thing.
I had dinner at the French Meadow last night with Anna and her friend Molly and Molly's boyfriend Joe. They're about to move to New Mexico and I was hoping to snag their couch, but it turns out they're taking it along after all, although I might score some shelves. So, if anyone owns a large-ish vehicle and wants to go couch shopping with me this weekend, gimme a ring.
On that note, I've been called in for emergency raspberry picking duty; my parents' vines have gone berserk, it seems. I was also instructed to recruit reinforcements, so if anyone wants some free raspberries, also gimme a ring.
Ta.
posted by a at
11:35 AM
1 Comments:
I was about to complain about you going shopping for household items without me. Lucky for you, I was indeed at work when this whole thing went down.
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