So, I’m moving out.
I’m going to be moving to a basement apartment on April 5th. I should be able to give the woman who owns the house the first check in a couple of weeks, at which point she’ll give me a key, and then I can start hauling things over there.
It’s a nice place. I have a lot of room, which is important for me, and it has a complete kitchenette plus everything else I need. My only real complaint is that the bedroom is on one side of the apartment and the bathroom’s on the other, which means I’ll be traipsing back and forth in the morning. There are far worse complaints to have.
Well, there’s also the lack of natural light. The only windows are tiny little things at the top of the walls.
I feel odd. Expectant. I expect to have a flood of emotions, but they haven’t appeared yet. I’m a bit nervous, and I want the whole process to be over with. OTOH, I don’t want to rush the
And to add to the surreality, I’m renting from a lovely woman named Eva. That’s right; I’m renting from the nickname for an anime series.