Moving On Up

After months of waiting, I have finally moved into my apartment. It's a bit smaller than I remember - my queen size bed does take up a bit of real estate - but it gets a lot of natural light, there's more counter space in the kitchen than I remember, and the appliances are all new. Plus, when I moved in, everything was spotless. I will post pictures as I fill up the place with furniture. Right now, I've got my bed, my rocking chair, two wicker Pier 1 chairs, and a table (but no chairs). This Saturday is big furniture shopping day so hopefully I wil have more to show for the apartment by Monday.

Pyschologically, the move has been good. It's nice having my own space. It also has helped me to realize that I am no longer in college and no longer an intern. The sense of self-sufficiency is also rewarding - it's my apartment, and I've financed it.

Someone told me that living on my own would mean I'd start talking to random strangers and talking out loud to myself. On both counts, true. Yesterday in the supermarket the girl behind me had a Wegman's bag - and obviously I just couldn't resist striking up a conversation about the world's best supermarket. And I also made small talk with a girl in the elevator in my building. Hopefully, this will improve my friend quotient as this is currently lacking.

But sadly, amidst all this happiness, bad news to report: my beloved fish and amigo, Jean-Claude, has passed away. I think the trip from Buffalo put too much stress on his fish heart. After taking the approrpiate time to mourn, my dad purchased a replacement fish for me. However, I did not have a chance to name him before he too died. I haven't had the heart to flush him down the toilet yet, so now I'm sharing my studio with a dead fish (my mom didn't believe he was dead). I think I will try living sans fish for a while before I attempt to replace both of these dear fish.