day one the first day.

[subjective]

i'm glad i've lived in small agricultural areas & college towns before. otherwise this would all be a terrible culture shock. i want to get started on the new life, but it's a holiday & there is nothing to do-- i can't open my bank account, get my new drivers license, buy a bike, get a pobox. i walked to the co-op & bought cleaning supplies & shampoo & some fruit. whenever i am feeling sad or fed up with this town, i plan to go to the co-op.

i know i'll feel better when my items arrive & i can stop sleeping on the floor & cook real food in my own kitchen again. i need to figure out how to transport & move furniture. frieda keeps hogging the single chair in the apartment.

i checked my mailbox & had no mail yet. i don't know how to set up my voicemail. i can't go to the city today really, because i have to be back tomorrow morning to meet with the landlord. i feel restless.

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it's so weird that you are in california! when you talk about going places, i don't know where they are. bizarre!

re: what laura asked about the stereo.. when i moved into my first apartment in boston, it was the summer before my second year. the lease started on my birthday, so i went up for a couple of days to finalize all the stuff and get the keys, even though my roommate wouldn't be in town for a couple of weeks. i brought this huge suitcase full of a few things that seemed especially important to bring for a few days in the new, unfurnished apartment: some clothes, my old portable record player, and a small stack of records. i was lucky because we were inheriting a futon from a friend, so i didn't even have to sit on the floor while i sat in the otherwise empty apartment and listened to music.

i have conveniently forgotten how annoying it was lugging that heavy suitcase from the bus station to the realtors to the apartment.