I just moved, and it’s more underwhelming than I thought it would be.
I struck out on my own for the first time last night truly (college doesn’t really count) and it wasn’t really as big a deal as I thought. Perhaps my pre-move anxiety was all dried up and I just couldn’t muster the emotion needed to freak out, but *shrug*. The place is nice, the landlady is so sweet, and my housemates are all courteous and, more importantly, independent.
I have a nice-sized room in a good, safe neighborhood across from a great library, a quaint little park. and awesome cafes. I might even film my “Stories of Panem” series in the area because it’s got the perfect vintage scenery. I even got a great night’s sleep and woke up on time to get to work (learning that the commute takes less time than at my family’s place).
And it is for this break in my typical perception of my luck–this great sigh of relief in the game of Life–that I take a deep breath and scream so loudly that nobody can hear it, but dogs howl in response. And this Great Scream of Joy put me straight to sleep! ZzzZzzZzz…..
In other news… I had tons of fun with lighting tests for the products I had to put on the website for work, and wound up with some totally goofy pictures.