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The post that I was going to start writing a little over an hour ago was much more pessimistic than this one... Or at least, I assume it was going to be.
In the past hour, it finally started to rain--which is a good thing. The humidity was well-above 90% all day long, and since I was unpacking books and trying not to 'sweat' while hanging with the new roommates, it was especially dislikable. In addition, I am fresh out of a shower at the moment. Combined with the gi-normous fan pointed directly in my direction, and you can't find a more comfortable and relaxed Patrick than you will right now.
Especially not compared to a few hours ago... After a long day of boundary-setting and compromise-making, I was (fairly) miserable. The roommates had just gone out to do a pub quiz--something which I might have joined in on if I wasn't so filthy and paranoid about seeming "clingy"--and so I was once again left alone with my thoughts in an empty and unfamiliar apartment.
Admittedly, the apartment was slightly less unfamiliar than the day before... I unpacked books and set the TV up in the living room today. It doesn't feel like "my" place quite yet, but looking through the books for hours on end while unpacking them gave me giddy feelings of being back in my comfortable lair of a bedroom. Anyway, during this time, I was actually enjoying myself and enjoying my time with the roommates. It once again goes to show that what I need (and what I want) right now is to stay busy... to stay social. As soon as they left, the wind was knocked out of me and I started to think sad thoughts.
One phone call to home later, and I'm a bit better. The rain continued to give me confidence that things will clear up (...ironically enough). And now, with a shower and a nice playlist of classical music (Ah, Brahms!) I feel at ease enough to write this and not cry. Or even frown. I have the Ray Charles head nod going, and I enjoy breathing once again.
Ah, the cat.
Sorry, I am now being joined by Frankie... the roommates' cat. He is solid black, a little bossy, and probably weighs about 12 lbs. He is lucky that I am letting him in my bedroom right now. I've tried to keep him out so that he doesn't mark his scent on anything. I'll admit... two things still bother me about this apartment. First, I am not sure if quiet and timid Natasha will actually get comfortable here. Frankie has had complete run of the place for over a year, and I'm afraid that -- territory wise -- she will be miserable. Of course, I'm not sure if I can even tell when a cat is miserable, but... sorry. As I'm sure you know, I was reminded lately that one day I'll have to say 'goodbye' to her, too, and I'm not sure if I want that to occur with her being unhappy in a new location. Hopefully, it won't be for many more years.
Anyway, number two is the kitchen. Our kitchen is a clutterfuck of stuff. Just... stuff all over the counters everywhere. Compared to the minimalism of home, it just seems... oppressive. I've never had a problem quickly "jumping in" to kitchens at friends' houses, but this one just seems like I-was-never-meant-to-be-in-here. Methinks that this is one challenge, however, which will have to wait a few weeks. I had a small victory today claiming two massive bookshelves in the living room, and so there is no sense in rushing in to bully things around... (Just please move the vaccuum? That isn't a good place at all. You know, in front of the cabinets. My cabinets.)
Ahem.
The goal for tomorrow is to finish the bedroom. Unpack clothes, dramatic literature, and start to hang some pictures. No one leapt with joy at the idea of me hanging artwork in the common spaces today, so... maybe that will wait, too. Otherwise, I might have to be content with covering every inch of these "Boy's Bedroom Blue" walls and hope that maybe they get the hint.
Hmm. Okay. I shouldn't have stopped to think about all this. Slightly less happy than I was before. But Strauss is still keeping me upbeat. Time to cash in... just sign off and watch some cartoons. X-Men Evolution on Hulu. 'til later!
In the past hour, it finally started to rain--which is a good thing. The humidity was well-above 90% all day long, and since I was unpacking books and trying not to 'sweat' while hanging with the new roommates, it was especially dislikable. In addition, I am fresh out of a shower at the moment. Combined with the gi-normous fan pointed directly in my direction, and you can't find a more comfortable and relaxed Patrick than you will right now.
Especially not compared to a few hours ago... After a long day of boundary-setting and compromise-making, I was (fairly) miserable. The roommates had just gone out to do a pub quiz--something which I might have joined in on if I wasn't so filthy and paranoid about seeming "clingy"--and so I was once again left alone with my thoughts in an empty and unfamiliar apartment.
Admittedly, the apartment was slightly less unfamiliar than the day before... I unpacked books and set the TV up in the living room today. It doesn't feel like "my" place quite yet, but looking through the books for hours on end while unpacking them gave me giddy feelings of being back in my comfortable lair of a bedroom. Anyway, during this time, I was actually enjoying myself and enjoying my time with the roommates. It once again goes to show that what I need (and what I want) right now is to stay busy... to stay social. As soon as they left, the wind was knocked out of me and I started to think sad thoughts.
One phone call to home later, and I'm a bit better. The rain continued to give me confidence that things will clear up (...ironically enough). And now, with a shower and a nice playlist of classical music (Ah, Brahms!) I feel at ease enough to write this and not cry. Or even frown. I have the Ray Charles head nod going, and I enjoy breathing once again.
Ah, the cat.
Sorry, I am now being joined by Frankie... the roommates' cat. He is solid black, a little bossy, and probably weighs about 12 lbs. He is lucky that I am letting him in my bedroom right now. I've tried to keep him out so that he doesn't mark his scent on anything. I'll admit... two things still bother me about this apartment. First, I am not sure if quiet and timid Natasha will actually get comfortable here. Frankie has had complete run of the place for over a year, and I'm afraid that -- territory wise -- she will be miserable. Of course, I'm not sure if I can even tell when a cat is miserable, but... sorry. As I'm sure you know, I was reminded lately that one day I'll have to say 'goodbye' to her, too, and I'm not sure if I want that to occur with her being unhappy in a new location. Hopefully, it won't be for many more years.
Anyway, number two is the kitchen. Our kitchen is a clutterfuck of stuff. Just... stuff all over the counters everywhere. Compared to the minimalism of home, it just seems... oppressive. I've never had a problem quickly "jumping in" to kitchens at friends' houses, but this one just seems like I-was-never-meant-to-be-in-here. Methinks that this is one challenge, however, which will have to wait a few weeks. I had a small victory today claiming two massive bookshelves in the living room, and so there is no sense in rushing in to bully things around... (Just please move the vaccuum? That isn't a good place at all. You know, in front of the cabinets. My cabinets.)
Ahem.
The goal for tomorrow is to finish the bedroom. Unpack clothes, dramatic literature, and start to hang some pictures. No one leapt with joy at the idea of me hanging artwork in the common spaces today, so... maybe that will wait, too. Otherwise, I might have to be content with covering every inch of these "Boy's Bedroom Blue" walls and hope that maybe they get the hint.
Hmm. Okay. I shouldn't have stopped to think about all this. Slightly less happy than I was before. But Strauss is still keeping me upbeat. Time to cash in... just sign off and watch some cartoons. X-Men Evolution on Hulu. 'til later!