A different kind of journey

After traveling across the country for a week, I thought the travels were over for the moment. But I guess they never really are. I moved in to my apartment in Arlington this week and I'm exploring the ins and outs of my new neighborhood, my new apartment, and life in a different part of the country. This is more or less 'home' for me, so it's not like Virginia is a new place. But I have never lived in the DC area when I wasn't living with one or both of my parents. It's a whole new adventure.

First comes the settling in and nesting. All of my stuff arrived on Thursday in good condition thanks to the professional movers. The only problem is that moving then requires unpacking and placing things where they are supposed to go. It also requires somehow spending hundreds of dollars on new items I didn't know that I didn't have but apparently have been living (and suffering) without. I bought everything from bath mats to paper towels to a vat of lemon juice. I have no bed at the moment, but that should be remedied at the end of the month when I inherit sister's bed. I need a desk. I need to not have such a ridiculous collection of shoes or books. Fortunately all of my outdoor gear, apart from the bike, fits into a single closet.

Beyond the nesting, I have actually sort of developed a social life, or my version of it anyway. I have been 'out for drinks' twice and had a pleasant 4th of July with friends, as opposed to home alone. Perhaps this DC thing isn't so bad after all.

I will say once again for the record that if there is any higher being out there, please eliminate the humidity once and for all. It makes me want to die.