Most of my junk is moved and I am writing from my little apartment. It’s a weird quiet, in 27 years I am, for the first time, living on my own. I have had places of my own – with roommates or … yea – but this is my first place that is mine. Sure I don’t own it, but I am responsible for my little corner that belongs to me for the time being. Friday started busily enough, while waiting for the movers I packed the last odds and ends and then came the first load and then the next and then the final. It’s odd to see all that you really own in the world laid out on a trailer bed. The items you treasure lose some of their luster in the harsh glare of the sun – but they are still yours. With the help of both great/incredible/amazing sister and friend the main furniture has been figured out and the bulk of items have found primary homes.

There are things to be worked on, My Kitchen and Sink light don’t work which is a bother and has been my excuse to eat crap for the past few days. I just had a fight with my newly purchased tv antenna and suffice to say it won the first match, little does it know that I have all the packaging and receipt if it doesn’t catch up with the program.

I just watched a movie with spiders in it and now I keep feeling crawly things on my legs and arms and I will be the only one here to kill anything creepy I find.
I’m very thankful for the fact that the apartment below me is empty. I like to think I’m quiet, but with all the moving I would already probably have an enemy. I’m hopeful that whoever moves in does so soon so that I can steal the rising heat and save some money. On that note – Kinda excited to see how low I can keep my energy bill. I am sitting with my tv unplugged and have kept the windows open for circulation for the past few days. Sounds silly, but it should be interesting. I’m in love with open windows right now – I am able to open the kitchen and bedroom window and it keeps a nice breeze going.

So this is good, so far anyway. I felt a tad closed in last night and found myself at Target making friends with the guy pushing carts in. And then when I came back home I felt a sigh as I walked through the door as if my body was saying “home”. I think that’s a good thing, we will see.