Another change...

March already. Ironic that the last entry is from the last time I was looking to get settled. Turns out two big windows are much less desirable in a poorly insulated room with little to no heat in December then into January and February.

So here we are. New apartment 6 months after the previous one. Life at 28 is good. Work is rewarding even when there's too much of it. Sometimes I think that's the nature of nonprofits and always bound to be the case. Tonight after 11 hours at work, I came home and danced around in my underwear listening to Ani Difranco while grilling vegetables for dinner. Asparagus is good for the spirit. I have decided this is so.

Talked to Mom for an hour about various moral dilemmas, got into bed, and am reveling in the not needing to take care of anything or anyone else. I have no roommates. Yesterday I went to bed at 6:30 pm. That's right. 6:30. I wasn't feeling well and no one was there to interrupt my sleep. Tonight, I am not washing dishes. No one else needs the sink. Taking out the trash is somehow joyful- it's mine. I clean up after me.

Don't get me wrong, I tend to the needs of others all day long. I love it, enjoy it, think it's important work. At the end of the day, however, not having someone else's hair in my bathroom is glorious. Dear Shitty Slumlord, thank you for the terrible living conditions which forced me to evacuate into my own sanctum of inner peace and happiness. Not to worry, just as soon as I receive my security deposit in the mail, be assured I will be reporting him to ratemylandlord, the Better Business Bureau, will supply the exact address and descriptions of terrible conditions here, and will probably post something on Craigslist. No one should have to live under the conditions we did for as long as we did. Unacceptable. Still, all's well that ends well. One more check for utilities to my former roommate, and that chapter is closed. Such a relief. I don't think I had much more in me to continue to deal with the day to day disaster of that living situation. After a while even the most trivial "features" truly become flaws. No other way about it.

My new place is lovely. Lots of character, and did I mention it's all mine? I still have to pinch myself. The leasing office thus far has been extremely responsive and responsible. It's week two. Can't wait for spring to kick into gear, so I can enjoy the private courtyard. Amazing. The maintenance person is such a dear. I adore Harry.

More soon... my constant promise.