Remember Me?

Well, I finally have a couch.  Not the one I bought before, no no.  That one they couldn't get into my apartment when they tried to deliver it because of the stairs/hall.  So I had to buy a new another, more expensive one, after all the waiting for the first.  I like it though, and I have one now, so okay.  It's a sofa bed too, if you want to visit me, there's a place to sleep. 

I ended up not having to pay my last month's rent at my old apartment.  I was going to go down on April 1 to leave a check and get the last few things.  I was considering whether or not to leave the keys: I didn't need 'em, and I'd just have to make another trip to take them back later, but if I was paying another whole month's rent, might as well hang on to them.  I checked email before I left, and I had an email from my landlord saying they had rented it and to please pick up my things and drop off the keys.  Well, that answered that.  And might I add, tra-freakin-la, baby. 

It was so weird to say goodbye that apartment.  It was sad.  Claudia Jean.  I stopped calling it that when I having issues and wanting to move so badly, but it felt like Claudia Jean again when I was saying goodbye.  It was a good first apartment.  (most of the time, and most of the bad wasn't the apartment's fault!)  It was weird because I didn't live there anymore, and it felt foreign but not.  Kind of like visiting your previous dorm room in the summer.  That was especially the case with the street and parking lot and such.  So familiar, but Becky Doesn't Live Here Anymore.  It's okay though because I'm very happy at New Apartment, which still does not have a name. 

I have been sickly for over a week.  Boo.  My old adversary sinus infection.  I am close-ish to better now though, so that is good.  You may have noticed I haven't updated in a while.  The sickly is part of the reason for that, but also I'm again to the point where I am seriously considering no more xanga.  Actually, I've basically decided there will be very little xanga.  Nobody else still updates here, and hardly anybody reads this.  There's little incentive to write if nobody's going to read it, and those that do already know the stuff anyway.  And yes, a huge part of the point was my personal record, but I have that elsewhere, and even though it's for me, knowing someone else read it to made me keep writing.  Otherwise, I might as well just have a diary, which I never in my life kept up regularly for more than a few months despite the best intentions.  I found my niche with blogs, but I seem to have outgrown this one.  Or something.  Today, it's piano sale day, so I'm taking the opportunity of hours in the office to drop in. 

So, if you're out there reading and want me to stick around, do let me know.  I would be happy to still update here if there are more people.  Sorry Alice, I know you're the one who wanted me to keep xanga rather than something else.  I will continue to stop by on occasion (and maybe more than that, I don't really know), so if you just want to know I'm not dead, this is the place for you.  Otherwise, I think I'm out.  Adios, Xanganites. 

I don't know about you, Scout, but to me, this feels like home

Randomocity, Apartment Style

I Have a Plant

Well hello.  I have not died from carrying things nor moved to Canada.  I did not have internet for the first couple days there (woe) and then I was just too tired to update.  The moving all went incredibly well though, and it actually seemed easier than when I had taken things over the week before because there were people to talk to and such instead of just carrying heavy thing after heavy up the steps.  Then again, I also wasn't the one carrying the large furniture.  (Thank you family!)  I am a bit amazed at how well my dad and brother managed all that. 

It has occurred to me that I have never moved up stairs.   Even in college I lived on first floor and then three years in a building with an elevator.  My house in Benton does not have stairs (except the basement) because my dad designed and built it to avoid them.  I moved some things in and out of the downstairs bedroom when I lived with my mom, but not the furniture.  I have also never moved just across town; never moved groceries before.  When I first moved Dbq, I didn't even have to worry about packing things like dishes at the last minute because the dishes stayed there.  This move was very different and more work, but less stressful. 

I am mostly settled in now.  There is still more unpacking, and I really want my couch.  It turns out that it was probably good that it wasn't there for moving in, but now I want to be horizontal and watch TV, and I just won't feel settled until it's there.  Next week sometime, supposedly. 

I am not used to having a separate bedroom.  It's good ultimately, but it takes some getting used to again, except that the room itself does not feel new to me.  The layout is rather similar to when I lived in Platteville, with a bit of Benton thrown in for hybrid, and the furniture and color-scheme of course is all stuff I had in my Benton bedroom.  I had it at my other apartment, but more spread out and with other things mixed now.  Now I look at it, and it's "oh, yeah, I remember this room."  It does not look like an adult bedroom.  Don't get me wrong, I like it, it just doesn't look adult (not necessarily not-adult either, but you would not know by looking at the room that it belongs to a woman in her mid-20s; it's nebulous).  It could be all the toys and stuffed animals (heh) but actually I think it's the colors, since they are how I decorated my room when I was 13.  The next time I move I think maybe a grownup bedroom set and comforter will be in order.  The separate bedroom is going to get messy faster too. I can already tell. There's less incentive to keep it neat when I don't have to spend all my time in one room.

Alice said I needed to blog, so there ya go. More later.

It's moving day, it's moving day, hey baby hey.