For the next installment of my life, I will be living in the Washington, DC area. Specifically, I live in Fairfax, but that's only important if you're mailing me something.
I moved up two weeks ago with the help of my friend Dane, who had valuable experience driving a truck with a trailer attached.![]()
numberprocess also came by to help with the move-in (thanks again), and we got everything inside the apartment at least. I am still putting things away, largely due to my own inherent laziness, but also due to the fact that I didn't have a dresser to accommodate my clothing or enough bookshelves to accommodate my 6+ boxes of books (help me, I'm turning into my father).
Since then I've seen or at least made contact with most of my friends in the area. I have been hit in the face with the harsh reality that I have once again moved away from a place where I had dozens to hundreds of friends nearby to a place where I know twenty people, tops. I'm not worried. I am, after all, very charming. So I will go about making friends once I get into the swing of classes at GMU. But for now, I am a stranger in a strange land.
I have a very nice place to live. The building has nice amenities and excellent security, designed to keep out the riff-raff. This is mildly unnerving, because I'm the riff-raff!
I've been wanting to write about my life leading up to the move, but now that I'm here I feel like I can't fit it all into one post. Well, I suppose I could, but it would be unusually long, and far beyond the attention span of the average LJ reader. But I want to write. And I know I need help to stay motivated about writing regularly, so please, if you're reading this and you're at all interested, comment and let me know. Better yet, ask me something so I can write about it.
In the meantime, I have to go tend to my oven before the pizza sets off my unbelievably irritating smoke detector.
I moved up two weeks ago with the help of my friend Dane, who had valuable experience driving a truck with a trailer attached.
numberprocess also came by to help with the move-in (thanks again), and we got everything inside the apartment at least. I am still putting things away, largely due to my own inherent laziness, but also due to the fact that I didn't have a dresser to accommodate my clothing or enough bookshelves to accommodate my 6+ boxes of books (help me, I'm turning into my father).Since then I've seen or at least made contact with most of my friends in the area. I have been hit in the face with the harsh reality that I have once again moved away from a place where I had dozens to hundreds of friends nearby to a place where I know twenty people, tops. I'm not worried. I am, after all, very charming. So I will go about making friends once I get into the swing of classes at GMU. But for now, I am a stranger in a strange land.
I have a very nice place to live. The building has nice amenities and excellent security, designed to keep out the riff-raff. This is mildly unnerving, because I'm the riff-raff!
I've been wanting to write about my life leading up to the move, but now that I'm here I feel like I can't fit it all into one post. Well, I suppose I could, but it would be unusually long, and far beyond the attention span of the average LJ reader. But I want to write. And I know I need help to stay motivated about writing regularly, so please, if you're reading this and you're at all interested, comment and let me know. Better yet, ask me something so I can write about it.
In the meantime, I have to go tend to my oven before the pizza sets off my unbelievably irritating smoke detector.