Change

The time has come for some change, in life as well as the blog. I am still pretty much obsessed with all things Italy, but I think change can be good, and so, here we are.

I moved this past weekend, and while it is not perfect, I think it will work. As I was talking to my grandfather on the phone yesterday, he mentioned that I will probably be moving a lot within the next couple of years. Instead of being sad about that, the prospect kind of makes me happy. I am sick and twisted, lol. Its funny though, everyone was concerned about how my first night went and if I was able to sleep. To be perfectly honest, I had no issues whatsoever. In my mind this is my place, so here I am. I just adapt really well. I had no problems settling in in Italy, and I had no problems settling in here. I know, comparing that is like apples and oranges, but the point is the same. This kind of change does not bother me. In fact, I almost welcome it.

Anyway, on to the place. I was originally looking for an apartment that I could decorate and have fun with and such, but when you have ten days to find a place, pack, and move, you take what you can get. So, here I am, in a house with 3 other people in Cleveland Park. I swore I wouldn't share a bathroom again, that I would only live in an apartment, and that I wanted to make sue not to live in a suburban like area, and I am doing exactly that. You know what though, I think it is going to work out just fine. I am living with all 23/24 year olds, two guys and another girl. We seem to be getting along just fine and I don't see that changing. the location is actually pretty good, with bus lines to school and work, in addition to being 1.5 blocks from the metro. Getting to Gap will be a pain, but I can deal with that.

I do miss Lee Catherine and the relationship we had as roommates. It was just so easy, from beginning to end. Never a single fight or argument, no passive-aggressiveness, fun meals together, random adventures, no worries about guests. She is back in Georgia though. The good news is if she comes back to DC for law school next year (as in 2010/2011), and I am still here, we might room together again.

Anyway, I am pretty settled in my room. Almost everything is unpacked. All I really have to do is hang some wall art, of which I have too much. That's a problem with moving into a house that 3 others already live in versus getting your own apartment and decorating it as you please...less space. The lack of space to put my art and kitchen stuff is what has hurt the most, lol. Otherwise everything fits pretty well. I'll post pictures eventually.

In any case, I need to figure my way around the kitchen and make some dinner. Wish me luck as I have no idea where anything is!

Moving

Id like to say that moving has been difficult, which it has, but not in the way that it could be. And if that makes no sense, its probably bc I am tired from moving, and Im not even doing the physical part of it all. Right now I am sitting in my old apartment while 3 nice guys take all of my stuff down 4 flights of stairs. I want to offer to help, but am unsure as to what to say or if they would accept it.

I hired movers becuase I knew I could never get all this stuff down those stairs, or up to the second floor in the house I am moving to. And it looks like that was a good choice because they are definitely working hard, sigh. I am amazed at how much stuff I have here. Granted, I have lived here full time for 1.5 years and I needed furniture and I have inherited LC's bookcase and dresser, but man, this is a lot of crap. Also of note is that I filled up 5 bankers boxes full of books (two of hich might have been school books, but still). How the heck did I manage to buy so many books here? I think it is a good thing I will no longer be living by a Barnes and Noble. It means I will have to think twice before satisfying my yen for a new book.

In any case, now it is time to go and put tgether a new room and hope my new roommates dont freak out at all of my stuff. We shall see how that goes.