Ahh, soak it in.
This is what was planned– me, in my little “writing nook,” in the small room off of the kitchen, shared with some aluminum thing that is probably the source of heat and cooking gas in the apartment. I don’t know the names or functions of such things; I only know that I remember having one in the basement of the house I grew up in. “Heater room” or something, would probably be a fine description.
Anyway, it’s carpeted and has a window and it’s really quite cozy and great. I have my desk with my computer that was just granted access to the internet this evening by way of conquering several strange or annoying issues (Macs and PCs don’t automatically get along with each other on a wireless network, I guess), a bookshelf with photo albums and CDs, and all of my art supplies surrounding me, and so here I am, first real post in my new place.
The place, by the way, is fantastic. The in-between, irritated and confused feeling of the past 6 months is gone. This was the destination, as unplaned as it may have been, so here I am. I’m home. This is the home, the room, I’ve been dreaming of.
I could use a faster Airport card, though, but I can’t complain.
