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So for two full days while driving across the country, it was at least ninety degrees everywhere. The highest it ever got was somewhere in southern Idaho, where Dad's little electric thermometer topped out at 102 outside.
Thank god for air conditioning, right?
Anyway, then we get to Washington. About forty-five miles north of Portland, it drops to eighty. By Castle Rock, it's 75, and in Olympia, future home of yours truly, the temperature was a downright chilly 70, dropping to the 50s by the time I went to bed (apparently, we got here right at the end of a heat wave).
I LOVE IT. I love that I'm wearing pants to bed and sleeping with a down comforter, rather than naked and tangled in sweaty sheets on my back porch. Although it's a little disorienting, because the autumnal weather has a way of putting me in a very melodramatic ennui. Thankfully, my sister is here with me to remind me that I'm being an asshole and acting like a sterotypical emo poet.
I think I've got an apartment.
Cool things about it: really awesome roommates, lots of animals that aren't technically my responsibility to take care of but I can still cuddle with, surrounded by big trees, close to the beach, close to campus, no deposit, and the rent is only $215 a month.
Crap things about it: the room is painted black, it's twelve miles from the center of town, and the only bus that goes near there stops running at eleven. So that kind of excludes any late nights out, unless I find some friends who will let me crash whenever I'm too tired (or drunk) to bike back.
I can paint the room, but I really did want to live near downtown.
Ah well.
Thank god for air conditioning, right?
Anyway, then we get to Washington. About forty-five miles north of Portland, it drops to eighty. By Castle Rock, it's 75, and in Olympia, future home of yours truly, the temperature was a downright chilly 70, dropping to the 50s by the time I went to bed (apparently, we got here right at the end of a heat wave).
I LOVE IT. I love that I'm wearing pants to bed and sleeping with a down comforter, rather than naked and tangled in sweaty sheets on my back porch. Although it's a little disorienting, because the autumnal weather has a way of putting me in a very melodramatic ennui. Thankfully, my sister is here with me to remind me that I'm being an asshole and acting like a sterotypical emo poet.
I think I've got an apartment.
Cool things about it: really awesome roommates, lots of animals that aren't technically my responsibility to take care of but I can still cuddle with, surrounded by big trees, close to the beach, close to campus, no deposit, and the rent is only $215 a month.
Crap things about it: the room is painted black, it's twelve miles from the center of town, and the only bus that goes near there stops running at eleven. So that kind of excludes any late nights out, unless I find some friends who will let me crash whenever I'm too tired (or drunk) to bike back.
I can paint the room, but I really did want to live near downtown.
Ah well.