Moving: (The Long yet Condensed Version)
So a lot has happened in the last few weeks! I graduated college, turned 23, got my first single apartment, and somehow transformed into one, giant bruise. The first two items on that list are pretty self-explanatory, so let me talk about the latter half.
I was offered a job at my university using my newly-earned degree in Applied Linguistics, so I decided I'd put off traveling for a year and get some good experience and resume fodder here in Winowhere. Unfortunately, I had already given away my bedroom in my apartment, thinking I would be leaving after graduation. Thus began the great scramble to find an affordable single apartment. I won't bore you with details about the search, but I will say that, in keeping with the general flow of my life, a perfect place just sort of conveniently and coincidentally fell into my lap while out for coffee with my friend Liz. Guy got a job in the cities and had to leave suddenly; I got a job in boring college town and had to stay suddenly; the place was adorable, newly-remodeled, and only $385 a month. The rest, as they say, is History.
Moving was not so delightfully simple and convenient. I have no car, and my parents couldn't come down to help me, so a few friends took turns helping me cart all my crap across town to the new place. I spent all of last week cleaning the hell out of the old apartment--I even put my hand INTO the toilet to scrub off the hard water stains with a Magic Eraser. I screwed up my wrist, my fingers hurt to bend, and I have more bruises than freckles at this point, but the old place is clean, and the new one is very nearly settled. I'm at the decorating stages now, and I think, with just one more armchair, it'll be delightful.
I love my new place, but I'm a little nervous; I come from a family of eight, and I have never, EVER lived alone before. I think I'll like it, but as with any new thing, I'm feeling a bit daunted by it. I suppose I'll just have to have a lot of company over or something.
In any case, living alone has already proven pretty nifty: I can play the music I want to listen to without having to see my sister sneer at it; I can soak in the bathtub for as long as I want because there's nobody waiting to get in; my lame, physicality-related self-esteem issues and modesty can take a hike while I sit around in my bra and a pair of shorts; and I can finally set everything up the way I want it. That all seems pretty cool, and I'm quite pleased by it all.
Of course, there are things you have to get used to in a new place. Specifically, I've always noticed that new showers are kind of odd to get acclimated to at first. My new shower--uncommonly for Winowhere--has incredibly good water pressure; unfortunately, the water also comes out in a super thin, concentrated spray, and combined with the high pressure and my PMS-sensitive tatas, my nipples were VERY unhappy last night. Like, holy ow. So this is going to take some adjustment. I'm considering a new shower head.
Really, I could go on and on about all of this nonsense, but this is boring enough as it is. I think I'll stop there and get some work done. I get to go home in an hour and a half and start doing my decorating (whee!) now that most of the unpacking is done. Ah, I love not having anymore boxes to go through <3
I was offered a job at my university using my newly-earned degree in Applied Linguistics, so I decided I'd put off traveling for a year and get some good experience and resume fodder here in Winowhere. Unfortunately, I had already given away my bedroom in my apartment, thinking I would be leaving after graduation. Thus began the great scramble to find an affordable single apartment. I won't bore you with details about the search, but I will say that, in keeping with the general flow of my life, a perfect place just sort of conveniently and coincidentally fell into my lap while out for coffee with my friend Liz. Guy got a job in the cities and had to leave suddenly; I got a job in boring college town and had to stay suddenly; the place was adorable, newly-remodeled, and only $385 a month. The rest, as they say, is History.
Moving was not so delightfully simple and convenient. I have no car, and my parents couldn't come down to help me, so a few friends took turns helping me cart all my crap across town to the new place. I spent all of last week cleaning the hell out of the old apartment--I even put my hand INTO the toilet to scrub off the hard water stains with a Magic Eraser. I screwed up my wrist, my fingers hurt to bend, and I have more bruises than freckles at this point, but the old place is clean, and the new one is very nearly settled. I'm at the decorating stages now, and I think, with just one more armchair, it'll be delightful.
I love my new place, but I'm a little nervous; I come from a family of eight, and I have never, EVER lived alone before. I think I'll like it, but as with any new thing, I'm feeling a bit daunted by it. I suppose I'll just have to have a lot of company over or something.
In any case, living alone has already proven pretty nifty: I can play the music I want to listen to without having to see my sister sneer at it; I can soak in the bathtub for as long as I want because there's nobody waiting to get in; my lame, physicality-related self-esteem issues and modesty can take a hike while I sit around in my bra and a pair of shorts; and I can finally set everything up the way I want it. That all seems pretty cool, and I'm quite pleased by it all.
Of course, there are things you have to get used to in a new place. Specifically, I've always noticed that new showers are kind of odd to get acclimated to at first. My new shower--uncommonly for Winowhere--has incredibly good water pressure; unfortunately, the water also comes out in a super thin, concentrated spray, and combined with the high pressure and my PMS-sensitive tatas, my nipples were VERY unhappy last night. Like, holy ow. So this is going to take some adjustment. I'm considering a new shower head.
Really, I could go on and on about all of this nonsense, but this is boring enough as it is. I think I'll stop there and get some work done. I get to go home in an hour and a half and start doing my decorating (whee!) now that most of the unpacking is done. Ah, I love not having anymore boxes to go through <3