DID IT!

I am moved in, and here's the cartwheel to prove it.

Hey!! I own silverware!  

Every box I brought with me is a treasure.  The towels are soft and fluffy and mine.  The coffee press is perfect.  My comforter and my pillows and oh yeah!  Better than a birthday.  I have videos to watch on my television.  These concepts are so fresh to me today.

I was also afraid I had sold or given away so much that I have found already in these boxes - and I've only opened four.  I did take care of myself.  I didn't lose my mind at the beginning of this journey.  I'm gonna be okay.  I'm gonna be okay.

Getting ready for cartwheels

I had mentioned to a friend that when I get into the "new" apartment I would be doing cartwheels.  I'm so close I can taste it.  I spent this afternoon cleaning and cleansing the apartment.  It is ready for my stuff.  Rather than run off to grab boxes to bring over I am pleased to say that instead my friend and I sat on the balcony, had a couple cocktails, watched the birds, talked about everything and nothing as we just sat back and enjoyed the late afternoon.  It was a wonderful way to enjoy this new home right out of the starting gates.

After my friend left I laid on the floor in each of the rooms and just absorbed all that I have done and been through and where I am.  Tomorrow I will do cartwheels.  Monday I will post pictures.

Hope your weekend is wonderful.

What was...

This is what was.  It is no more.  Even the photo is not a correct portrayal.  So much of what shows here I had already updated and changed before I up and sold it all and made the trek.

I found a bunch of old photos of my apartment this evening.  I was going to post a few of them.  That's when I realized it is probably like looking at home videos...you had to be there for it to be interesting.  I'm nostaligic for something I don't want.  It's merely what I knew.  This coming weekend I will be moving into my new apartment.  I spent this last Saturday moving my friend out of her apartment and into her house.  I am now typing from my computer on the floor.  While I hang out for the week at her old, empty apartment (I'm cleaning crew for the privilege of staying on) I do have access to internet.  Mostly I'm spend my time here dreaming about moving into the new digs. dreaming, dreaming, dreaming....

"Good Thing" about Otitis Externa

"Good Things" about being woken up at 4:18 with a swollen  'Swimmers Ear'....

You get to hear the birds really, really loud because there's no traffic.  

You can get into urgent care before the rush.

You get to hang out in a quiet room while nurses and doctors walk in and out looking for other things.

 You get to talk to the doctor as long as you want because you are the only one there at 6:15 am on a beautiful sunny morning before the long weekend.  Very relaxing.

You get to walk to the busstop at leisure because you are already late for work, and your boss is glad you went in and did something about your ear.

AND the best thing about having an office with a door - is you get to shut the door as if you are on a teleconference but instead rest your head on your desk while the ear drops settle in.

Life could be worse.  We'll see when the bill comes.

Sunshine for a beautiful weekend

I love the way the sunshines here.