New Apartment Log: Day 6

The Frosted Mini Wheats and beer ran out today....the future is uncertain and despair is on the horizon.  The packing continues to progress, though slowly.  There is almost room to walk in the kitchen now.  Ready to eat food stores are dwindling and I will, eventually, have to start cooking again.  One can only live on fish sticks and pudding for so long. 

I think maybe I bake too much.  I have discovered, lacking the pantry I had at my last apartment, that my collection of baking supplies has grown so large it now needs its own shelving unit. 

Communications to the outside world are diminishing...the internet connection grows slower and more tentative by the day.  Once it goes completely or the owner discovers how to secure it, it is only a matter of time before all hope is lost. 

My mother arrives next Tuesday...if no one has seen me by Thursday, please send a search party.  It may already be too late and I may be hiding in Canada by then. 

The adventure continues.

On Being Single

It's an interesting feeling, going home to an empty house.  On the one hand, it's fantastic.  There's no one but me to care that the dishes aren't done and I can't open my front door more than a couple of feet.  On the other, there's no one else to do any of it either. 

Being single for the first time when I am old enough to go out and party definitely has its own appeal.  I mean, last time I was 16 and unless I wanted to end up pregnant by a stupid drunk redneck, there weren't a whole lot of options.  Since I start work at 11pm, I could potentially go out every evening, pick up a random guy at a bar (I'm sure there are at least a few desperate enough to sleep with me), have wild monkey sex and then, "oh, I'm sorry, I have to go to work.....bye!"  While this does sound like it could be interesting in some ways, I think I'll hold off for the hot ones with the accents.  ;-)

My roommate gets here in a week and a half and I'm sure we'll go out and have lots of fun.  It helps that she's that type of person.  She can walk me through being in my 20's.  To be completely honest, I have no idea how to go out and party since I spent the first 5 years of legal drinking age playing housewife.  I'm ready for some adventure!  .....I suppose this means I should probably shave my legs more often, huh?

New Apartment Log: Day 3

Destruction ensues as I find more and more things I need have yet to be unpacked. On the bright side, the weight loss is coming along nicely since my main diet, until the kitchen can be unpacked, consists of Frosted Mini Wheats.

So far, I've been able to mooch someone else's internet but I think the time is rapidly approaching to get my own since it's horribly slow and keeps dying. :-)

Today I showered using hotel shampoo and conditioner as I seem to be missing a box of bathroom stuff. I now smell vaguely like a man due to only being able to find a travel size bottle of Red Zone body wash.  I have to admit, though, that I do feel slightly less boyfriend-less now....Perhaps all I need to survive this new, testosterone-barren world is a bottle of body wash and some dark chocolate.

The adventure continues.

An Introduction

For this, my first post, I would like to just say that this is mostly meant to be something for me to look back on as I journey through this new chapter in my life.  If you know me, you probably know the story of the last decade or so of my life.  

For those of you who don't (if there are any) know who I am, here's a brief bit of background information.  (Yes, I changed the names.)  The biggest thing you need to know is that I have spent the last 10 years in relationships.

I was 16 when my high school sweetheart, Felan, and I started dating.  Oh, he was dreamy.  With blue eyes that could knock you over in the right light.   After almost 8 years, we were finally planning a wedding (meaning I was planning it and he was agreeing ;-) ).  Six months out though, I called it off.  I had a lot of reasons at the time, most of which I've started to forget, but they all stemmed from one issue; we both needed to grow up.

After a short reprieve (I think now it was too short), I spent a year and a half with a boy named Connor.  Connor and I had known each other many, many years before and our relationship started like a wild fire.  It ended last June when he decided he couldn't be in a relationship anymore but the ending was for the best.  We are now good friends and have spent the last 4 months as roommates.

And that brings us to the present...and the reason for this blog.  As of this past Saturday, October 24th, 2009, I am officially a single woman living on my own for the first time....well, ever.  I'm writing this blog as a way to further explore this new way of life.  I'm not really expecting anyone to read it on a regular basis but, in case you do, I hope you enjoy it.  :-)