Whew! A few good friends, 1 granny cart, two handcarts, a dozen boxes, 4 suitcases (and even more bags), and about 40 trips later I’ve moved into my new apartment. Tonight as I came home from work, cracked open the windows, and stared out into the courtyard/impromptu bike rack whilst sipping my wine, I suddenly found myself feeling a bit overcome. As I looked around at my very first apartment with its sloped floors and beautiful walls, it really hit home that it was ALL MINE, and I quite like that. I am still adapting to living alone. Cleaning dead bugs -20 points (borax is my new friend), dance party in the unfurnished living room - priceless.
There's still some unpacking, painting, and organizing left to do...
but it's starting to come together.
Papa John's delivers to my new apt. and I'm kinda excited about that. Yea whatever, don't hate. Sometimes you need a little Papa John in your life, like say, when you're swimming in boxes,are too hungry to think, and slightly traumatized from the dead roaches.
Finally, after days of gorging myself on pizza and wine, I finally made my first home cooked meal last night - garlic marinated pork chop and sauteed spinach and carrots with garlic and chili flakes
