It’s finally official. I’m all moved into my new place. . .sort of. What I mean by sort is that I have all my stuff inside the apartment, but it’s all over the place. I’m soon realizing that I have waaaaaaay too much shit. I mean, I knew this before — hence why I got rid of so much excess — but it’s still pretty bad. More reason for me to stay away from shopping. The move went pretty well, thanks to the help of Brett and our friend. But, it did take a bit longer than expected. Mostly because I’m an idiot and have so many small things that I just didn’t put in boxes, so I ended up carrying them up stairs which took a zillion extra trips. Serious first world problems, I know. Moving such a short distance (ie: the same effing building) is a lot more difficult than a million miles. I should know.

But, all in all. I’m so glad to be out of depressing and dismal Apt 2. And I couldn’t be happier about Apt 8. I just feel better overall. The energy is so much better in this new place, it’s absolutely wonderful. Additionally, on Saturday, Brett came over and painted my living room for me with a lovely shade of Tiffany’s Blue. Oh how I adore it. So, I think that’s helping with the overall feeling of the apartment too. Oh, and the wooden floors have be completely smitten. (except in the kitchen & bathroom)

As far as the apartment’s size goes…it’s quite a bit smaller than my old place, but it works. I remember reading about Clare feeling as though she could downsize her space, and that really pushed me to look for a studio. And although it’s a bit intimidating at first as to figuring out where everything is going to go, it’s not so bad. I think it’s going to be easier to clean too! Thank goodness.

Needless to say, everything feels like it’s falling into place.

Oh yeah, I think I might try to give up dairy for a bit. But, we’ll see about that. . .