So, here I am, I guess. The move went spectacularly well. I'm completely spoiled. I have such great friends.

I tried to fight it for 2 days, but I eventually couldn't help myself, and I've fallen in love with my little house. It doesn't feel like some old lady's old house. It feels like mine. In the evening, after I get off from work, I take off my jacket, put on a sweater, and my slippers... the same slippers that were way too hot on my feet at home. I spend the evening trying to find something decent on TV, or finding something to organize. I go to bed underneath a big comfy goose down comforter. My sleep is uninterrupted.

So, the job. I feel incompetent and totally inexperience and unsure of myself. Yes, My Faithful Pep Squad, I know it will get better in time. In fact, today was better than the day previous. However, the other women who were in these position seemed to have been able to just pick up things and go with them. I'm not that sure of myself, at least just yet. I haven't gotten excited about anything yet.

I got all my utilities set up, so I'm connected to everyone again. I know it had only been a few days, but I was starting to feel lonely. It's so nice talking to people I don't have to impress... or at least make a first impression with.

Haha. I have the TV, stereo, computer, and about 3 superfluous lights on. My mother would kill me.


I'll be home on the weekend.

By the way, I checked out all my regular blogs, and no one updated! Get on it!