Hello internet!
I've recently decided to start a new blog because, after recently going back to myspace, I realized my previous blog had been completely deleted. This blog site seems a little more grown up too. I started my other blog on here soon after moving out of my parent's house and deciding to learn how to cook. I have accomplished that feat, and not a moment too soon. I turned 30 about a month ago and moved into an apartment by myself less than a week ago. That is where this blog will pick up...
I picked my current apartment about two weeks ago based mainly on the fact that it wasn't too far to move and I would still be close to family. It's the first time since college I haven't had a dishwasher, but luckily I only have one bowl/plate/fork to wash at a time. It actually reminds me a lot of being in college. For the first two nights I slept on the couch because my bed was in pieces in various rooms. I have a frame that requires wheels and, without the wheels, would scratch up the lovely, aged hardwood floor of this apartment. The wall AC doesn't work either, so it really felt like college, opening up the window and sleeping in tank tops and basketball shorts.
The second night was probably the scariest. I was sitting on my couch with my bowl of ramen, watching Little Miss Sunshine (great movie) when I heard a loud noise, kind of like a gun shot, and the apartment went black. I started panicking because I still had not unpacked my flashlights and my phone was almost dead, because I hadn't unpacked my charger yet either. I ran into the hallway where I found a couple of my neighbors running outside. I asked them if this happened a lot, and they said it was the first time. I made a comment about how it sounded like a gun shot and they said, "Yea we have some crazy people living here. You should have talked to someone before moving in..."
I ran back into my apartment and locked the door. I didn't have the number for Xcel (still packed in my boxes) so I called 911. They said I had to call Xcel and proceeded to ask if I had pen and paper handy, even after I had told them twice that my apartment was pitch black and I had just moved. If I can't find the number for Xcel how am I even going to find a pen. I told him I didn't have anything to write with and that I would just remember it. Luckily it's an easy number. :)
I'm not ashamed to admit, I was crying by this point, ready to move back in with my brother, my parents, whatever, I was so scared. The whole move hadn't exactly gone really well either and I felt so alone for the first time in years. I called a friend, not even realizing what time it was and accidentally woke her up. Oops. She did recommend going to buy flashlights and candles, so I left my apartment, to feel safer and to get flashlights, and went on a search for comfort.
The first store I went to had nothing, but after hitting up a 24 hour drug store I found a crank flashlight and a touch button light. I went back up to my apartment and put the batteries in the touch light. Then I grabbed my nook and pulled up People magazine. 10 seconds later...the power came back on! Apparently the transformer had blown and it was located right next to my window. No wonder it was so loud!
I have now been there almost a full week, and I have to say I missed sleeping with my window open. I have a lot of traffic going by my window at night, but it's comforting in a way, reminds me of college when that was all you could hear every night. I'm still not completely unpacked, and my internet modem stopped working three days after moving in (I'm writing this via a family member's computer), but little by little I'm making it my home. I would post a picture on here, but it is not pretty.
Hopefully by Halloween I can have a "housewarming" party for all those that helped me move in so they can see the progress. I feel like I didn't say it enough, thank you to everyone that helped with the move, even if it was before, during, or after. Every little bit helped and I appreciated every minute.
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