Welp, in the past 7 days I graduated college, had my 22nd birthday and moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend. It’s been busy, happy, and stressful and I only stop to blog now because I’m sick of organizing shit. My feet hurt from standing up and shuffling stuff around the last two days though I haven’t even really left my apartment really. I’ve made several runs to CVS, TJ Maxx, and other housewares stores and thanks to the awesome location, all these stores are like a 10 minute walk away. Tomorrow I go to Ikea and buy the desk and curtains I need so badly. Using stolen internet feels bad also. I just called the electric company and doing all these mundane adult things like worrying about utilities is new, but boring. I think getting wireless set up will be more exciting than electric and gas.

This should be a happy time for me, but I’m incredibly unsettled. I feel like a wild animal trying to roost and set up a nest in a cozy cave or something, but it can’t happen until I get a desk and curtains and vacuum and mop the hell out of these floors. It’s almost like hell is on the floors, they’re thick with dust and dirt from moving and wearing shoes in the house makes me feel like a permanent houseguest. Home is where you can walk barefoot.

At least I can sense the smell slowly changing. When we moved in it was musty soy sauce, sweat, and bleach, but the bedroom and bathroom now smell like girly lotions and I hope that smell spreads throughout the apartment.

To be honest, I’ve also felt really lonely. All my school friends seem very far away (not true) and I thought moving in with your boyfriend meant you saw them more often and got sick of their face. I’ve seen him less these past 3 days than I usually do during a school week. He still has school and work while I’m supposed to be minding and unpacking the apartment.

Oh well, I’m confident the apartment, and life, will be beautiful by next week. But this interim period sure is unnerving.

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