new life
So we made it to Philadelphia. Our new apartment is kiiind of adorable. We have really quiet neighbors. I'm about five minutes from the subway station. AND there seems to be an ice cream truck in the general vicinity on the hour every hour. I'm told there is also a pretzel man, meat truck, and fruit truck, but I haven't heard them yet. I love our street. It's right across from an elementary school, so there are always little kids around. We're a short walk from a cute coffee shop as well as a neat bar/restaurant. There's a TON of parking and I feel like our apartment is very quiet and private for being in an older building. All in all A+. I start my job on Monday, so I've been unpacking, napping, and watching daytime TV/embarrassingly bad movies. This morning when I walked downstairs I smelled gas near the stove, called the gas company, and was told that there was a leak. We could have a.) exploded; b.) fallen asleep and not woken up (this explains the excess nappage all week) or c.) had poisoned kitties to deal with. Luckily I was born with my dad's keen sense of smell.
Today was nice. I took the train to City Hall and walked over to Rittenhouse Square, where I shopped a bit. Shopping is foreign to me now. I don't have any idea what size I am anymore. I haven't had money to spend on clothes due to saving for the move. It looks like I've jumped from a 14 down to a 10 somehow. I didn't even OWN a pair of 12s, but I'm almost positive they'd be too big on me now. Speaking of shrinking, I've officially dropped a Nicole Richie. My total weightloss is up to 100 lbs, with only 10 left to reach my initial goal.
Visual evidence (I'm kind of stoked):
I'll post pictures of the apartment tomorrow. Tonight is trash night, so I'll be able to get rid of the excess garbage bags and cardboard boxes laying around here.
Today was nice. I took the train to City Hall and walked over to Rittenhouse Square, where I shopped a bit. Shopping is foreign to me now. I don't have any idea what size I am anymore. I haven't had money to spend on clothes due to saving for the move. It looks like I've jumped from a 14 down to a 10 somehow. I didn't even OWN a pair of 12s, but I'm almost positive they'd be too big on me now. Speaking of shrinking, I've officially dropped a Nicole Richie. My total weightloss is up to 100 lbs, with only 10 left to reach my initial goal.
Visual evidence (I'm kind of stoked):
I'll post pictures of the apartment tomorrow. Tonight is trash night, so I'll be able to get rid of the excess garbage bags and cardboard boxes laying around here.