Waiting to Exhale

I've moved. My furniture has arrived, minus my vacuum cleaner and a broken knob on my washing machine. But I am far from settled in. My kitchen is about half complete, and the rest is probably less than half unpacked.

I'm tired. No, I'm exhausted. I drove over 1700 miles over 50 hours after the packing and leaving from the 100 degree heat of the southwest. So I arrived in pouring rain and chilly temperatures. My blood needs to thicken up! But today was a beautiful June day and I'm glad that I'm in a cooler climate.

I'm having to do far more cleaning as I unpack than I would like. I don't understand landlords who rant and rave about tenants not being spotless when they do not hire cleaners to ready an apartment for them if they do not wish to clean it themselves. Also, this is an older building with electrical outlets that are not, shall we say, up to the computer age. And don't even talk to me about phone jacks. Actually, I am having to use dial up temporarily until I get the DSL thing straightened out. A major crimp in my usual operations.

But my apartment is bright and sunny (when the sun is out!!) and I think I will like it until I am able/ready to buy my own place.

I'm still feeling like I'm in that curious limbo state as I transition into this new community. I've found the grocery stores (but no Whole Foods!! I'm in withdrawal!!), the big box stores like Target and Lowe's, and a Barnes and Noble -- there's a smallish independent bookstore that looks interesting, but it wasn't open on Sunday or on whatever morning it was that I walked by it.

Hopefully I will soon be able to think of interesting things once again. My brain cells are still not functioning well together. So let's pray for synergy...