Thoughts from the Post-Scriptum

i've been nesting most of this week, getting things organized in the new apartment, doing way too much shopping for functional items (i.e. toilet paper, garbage cans, that sort of thing) and just trying to get organized and settled into the space. i finally got things more or less how i wanted them two days ago, put away all my clothes, broke down boxes to put into recycling and started to feel at home. i had to buy a dresser and a few other items from ikea but now when i walk into the apartment i just feel like i'm home.

it's a nice feeling, especially after everything that has happened over the last couple of months, to feel like things are going to be ok when my key turns the lock and i step into my place. yesterday i put together a coffee table and washed dishes, then i walked down the street and rented videos, it feels almost grown up, almost normal, is this what being an adult is like?

on an unrelated note: there is a person, i don't want to jinx it or really get into the details of it right now but needless to say it feels nice to get cute emails and text messages from time to time.