….to the North Side.
We got our keys yesterday, and today we are going to take stuff out of our pod and over to the apartment. I guess that means we have the place. I’m very excited. Also a little scared. Until now we have been staying at Briggs’ parents’ house, living out of suitcases, and it has still felt like a vacation. Once we move into the apartment, well…we’ll be LIVING somewhere. Big step for me of course, you know—NOT living at home. There will be bills to pay and groceries to buy and meals to cook with them, and keys not to loose and so on and so on. And of course, friends to miss even more, once it no longer feels like I am just on a brief vacation and will be returning soon.
But I’m excited too.
The apartment is beautiful. Impractically so. The street is a gorgeous fusion of what my imagination tells me is New Orleans French Quarter/Gothic Victorian fusion. I can’t wait to see it in the fall. I can’t wait to see it in the winter.
I can’t wait to start arranging and decorating and figuring out where everything will go and I can’t WAIT to have my computer–as cranky as it’s been of late–back so I can use it so I can scan and draw and process photos.
The back of my right leg itches with the chronic contact dermatitis (so I assume) that I am annoyed by regularly.
On Friday morning I am meeting my counselor Monica, in person for the first time.
Hopefully I will have pictures soon–I haven’t stopped taking them.
