I am moved into my new apartment. The apartment is nice. The location is convenient. The cats are cute, nice, and weird. My roommate Forest is definitely the highlight of it all. I am mostly moved in, although am being forced to live out of boxes until my dresser comes in. In a few weeks I will be able to accept visitors.
I was scolded for wanting to have an evening in, so I guess I am going out.
The Red Sox are having a rally in City Hall Plaza and that seems like a pretty logical place for me to go. Maybe I can drag my father out of the house for some male bonding time, since he's pretty sad I am not home anymore. My mother is as crazy as ever and yet I feel comfortable knowing she doesn't have a key to the place I live anymore. Here's to the hope of living a relatively drama-free life for awhile. Both of my parents are going to Hawaii for two weeks to see off my Aunt who is very, very ill. It is unclear how much of that time my parents want me to spend at home taking care of the needy cat and the forest of plants my mother maintains.
Work continues to go well but is getting a little stressful as we ramp up activity for our 25th Anniversary. Yesterday, I bought the cutest light blue rolly cart. Now, it just needs a name.
Edit: I failed to go to City Hall Plaza and ended up at home. Close enough.