I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I finally moved into the city this weekend. My family went home and now I’m just left with boxes to unpack and a long “to do” list. Luckily I have this week off to try to get everything done.
I still can’t eat in the kitchen. It usually takes me about a week and baking a batch of cookies before the kitchen won’t gross me out. It’s not that the place is gross. I’m just that way about foreign kitchens.
I am finally living how I want to live. There’s no tv. There’s time for reading, writing. There is a big health food store nearby that is almost as good as the co-op. The streets are wide and tree lined. The people are diverse, and I feel like I just blend right into the crowd–how I prefer it.