Moving

After two months of hemming and hawing between getting a new roommate, becoming someone else's roommate, and moving into my place, I finally signed on the dotted line on Friday.

Yay! I found a place.

It is a 1bd/1ba apartment attached to a house about a 5-10 minute walk from downtown Princeton (score!). It's got hardwood floors, a smallish kitchen that is still more useful than the kitchen here, a remodeled bathroom, and two decently sized rooms, and it'll be my place as of Oct. 21, which allows me 10 days to move from here. Odd as it may be, it'll be my first place to myself.

I was talking with my brother last week, and he asked, "Aren't you starting to worry about finding a place yet?" Right then, when I was speaking with him, I wasn't worried, so I said, "Nah, I'll find something." Considering that I'm very suggestible, within three hours, I was having a mini freak out. It did not help matters much that as I was driving home from work, I realized that in less than a month, I'd be driving home to a different, as yet undetermined place.

So, at least that little riddle is solved, and I can move on to thinking about other things. I got a whole list!

Also, as I was talking with my parents last weekend, I was telling them, with some certainty no less, that I didn't want to live on my own and actually preferred to have roommates. Just goes to show that even when I say something with certainty, it's all relative.