New Apartment

So before I begin, can I ask why the call them "apartments"? They're not "set apart" they're all bunched together...I think they should call them "compartments" because sometimes that's what they feel like...like those tiny nook and crannies in your car..mmm

Okay--so I moved. I moved across town to the street where my church is. I've been meaning to move for the last six years or so, it just never really worked out that I could.. and now I'm here. I'm not commuting a half hour to get everywhere, I'm close to work, to church to friends. I have arrived.

And of course, as in all cases when you feel that you have arrived.. the bottom is about to fall out.

Today, it was in the form of the very nice receptionist from the dentist office downstairs. I had just gotten out of the shower and I hear a soft dingdong and I grab my robe and head to the door only to find her friendly face there, and as I struggle to get the door unlocked and opened, she says.. that the shower is leaking into the office, and oh, so you're done with the water? well, yeah, now that I'm dripping all over the snow covered stoop...I am. Well, don't catch cold, she says, and say she'll call the landlord. Ten minutes later she's back (I'm still in my robe with slightly less wet hair) to tell me the plumber is coming on Tuesday.. could I not use that shower til then.. yeah, yeah...No one cares if I'm clean anyway.

And the boxes are beginning to clear out..but the odd thing about finally living where I always wanted to is that since "all my friends" live fairly close by, I guess I assumed that I was missing out on something living so far away, and the truth is, I wasn't. I mean, it's a nice neighborhood and everything, and I'm beginning to love the town...but it's going to take awhile before it's home.