Friday, May 30, 2003
 

So, some good, non-whining news: I'm moving! Yup. I'm heading 'em up and moving 'em out; I signed the final papers yesterday. I loooooove it: it's a two-story little townhouse, with much more square footage than my current digs. And (drumroll, please): tons of closet space! I danced for glee. Well, not in front of the leasing agent. It's very cute, a pretty little brick place. My unit is a bit back from the road, which is nice. The units are "two years three months" old, according to the agent, which is fantastic. All the kitchen appliances and bathroom fixtures are great, very newish. The kitchen is much bigger than my current one, and I eagerly await the increased counter space. Mine here are getting piled up. I'll have a little back patio, which is cute. Another big-ticket item is that this place has two bedrooms, one of which will function as an office. I love have compartmentalized spaces, so that'll be perfect for me. Also, it has stairs, which I get ridiculously excited about. Let's see, what else? More than one toilet, which is important in the event of a broken toilet (as I learned last year, when my toilet broke and didn't get fixed for nearly twenty-four hourse, forcing me to use the pool bathroom). This new place doesn't have a pool, but, considering I've never used this one, I'm not too concerned. I'll be much closer to the rec center and its pool, should I desire to use one. After all, the only swimming I've done in this apartment is in my own bathroom.

Let's see, what else? Did I mention all those closets? I'm thrilled about those. Nice hidden washer/dryer area, big windows for lots of sun. I'll be very glad to have a linen closet with reachable (yes, I know that's not a word) shelves. Currently, I have an awkwardly-shaped closet in my bedroom and one shelf over the washer/dryer, and that's it for storage. It's hard to get to the stuff over the washer-dryer, since the shelf is high, I'm short and require a stool, and you have to lean in over the appliances to get to the shelf's content.

During last night's insomia bout, I started making a list of stuff that I can start moving over there myself, like extra linens and winter clothes. I need professional help [can it, peanut gallery] to move the big stuff, of course, but there are things I can take care of myself.

I'm still in walking distance of campus, still within easy distance to downtown stuff. I'm next door to one friend and closer to JM, which will be fun. The complex is small enough so that everyone seems to know each other well, unlike my current haven of anonymity. The leasing agent, who's been doing this for years and has even had the same receptionist for ages, which is a much better track record than my current complex. He also refuses to rent to undergrads, a decision I heartily applaud. I know much more than I did when I moved here originally, so I knew what to look for and what to ask.

So. That's about the most exciting thing in my life right now. I'm still loving my new haircut. I love the unstructured look, which continues to be great for my walking-filled lifestyle. I'm still not sleeping at night and am giving in and seeing a doctor Monday.

In other exciting news, I'm almost done with my chenille throw. Actually, I oversized it, so it's somewhere between a throw and an afghan. The color is great and will look perfect in my bedroom. The primary colors in my bedroom are sage green, a dusty lavender, and a periwinkle blue. The throw's color is "seaspray," which picks up the periwinkle and the sage. I've had to order another skein of yarn (from eBay) to complete the edging, so I'll have to wait for that to arrive. I'm very pleased with it, and it's super-thick and warm. Three cheers for occupational therapy.

Elvisette philosophized at 8:49 PM