Image courtesy of gemini-soul.deviantart.com/For five nights now I have slept in my new apartment. I've cooked a few meals, made coffee every morning, taken five showers. I live there.
However, I only have a little furniture there to pad my life-- bed, couch, kitchen. The real moving day, involving dressers, desk and kitchen table, etc. happens tomorrow. Friends, bless them, are coming to the rescue!
I am also blessing the electrician who remodeled the apartment sometime in the last year; there are outlets everywhere, and everything is profoundly practical. And new. It feels as if I am the first to use it, but I am the second.
Apparently this remodel became necessary when a car spun off Murray Road and crashed into the building, taking out part of the kitchen. Can you imagine being inside when something like that happens?
So there are the pros and cons of an end apartment. On the one hand, you only share one common wall with neighbors, on the other hand you are vulnerable to meteorites and bad drivers, I suppose.
Speaking of strange events, t turns out my friend Chris from church lived in my very same apartment 20 years ago when she was in college and these apartments were funky and cheap. Small world.
Then, the first day I was there, a friendly neighbor was talking to me, and suddenly, he and I realized we knew each other from 15 years ago when our sons were little in Southern Humboldt. Small world.
Anyway, it's a nice place to come home to after work.
When I came home tonight and got out of the car, my nose was assailed by the lovely scent of the Pacific Ocean. Fresh and wonderful. When you leave the parking area by day, there on your left is a little peek of blue water.
The roar of the sea is constant, so constant that you forget you're hearing it. It's most apparent at night when the nearby freeway is quiet.
I've been too busy to take a walk to the beach just yet, but I plan to do it Saturday.
It will be a huge relief to get my office set up, since I have sections of my thesis due next week and no serene space to research and write.
At any rate, it's much, much cheaper than the house and I can actually afford it until I get my master's and stop being an impoverished grad student.