A Room with a View
Today marks two weeks since I moved into my new apartment. This past week was the first time that it actually started to feel like “the place where I live” rather than the “place where all my stuff happens to be.” I wasn’t even here the first three days of living in my apartment, and then it was back to work, so it took slightly longer than usual to get adjusted.
I’m still getting used to my new schedule and my commute, which varies between walking to the train station and taking public transportation to driving to work and fighting not only traffic but also fighting to find a parking place. Tricky.
The Roommate and I are getting along, though I don’t see her very often because of our schedules. But hopefully we’ll get to hang out a bit more soon.
I’m enjoying it so far and it’s nice to live near so many great restaurants and boutiques. I’m only a block and a half away from the grocery store, and I finally purchased reusable grocery bags. I am a bad Oregonian. Please forgive me. It hasn’t been too terribly noisy either, though a few warm nights brought some ruckus. I’m sure it will quiet down when it gets a bit cooler.
But, of course, who could complain with this view:
The Empire State Building, taken from my bedroom. It looks even cooler at night, when the top is lit up in, but unfortunately my camera isn’t a huge fan of nighttime pictures.