It’s Sunday night, and I feel ok. Things are starting to click into place.
Mostly, I finally got to do a load of laundry. The first in my new place, for $2.75 in quarters. In the words of my neighbor, “it’s an old hag of a machine.” He’s talking about the washing machine in our building. Only the cold settings work, but they work. I feel a lot better about the upcoming week with some clean clothes, and not just the leftovers from the move.
Speaking of neighbors, I’ve met two of them. Rego(?), the guy across the hall, said hi as I was moving in, and that we should get together once I’m settled. I hear him getting home sometimes, and I tell myself I’ll pop out and say hi next time, maybe get his number. I should do that.
Below Rego lives Noah, and who I assume is his girlfriend. Noah introduced himself while I was taking the trash out the other night. I awkwardly knocked on his door Friday night to see what they were up to, only slightly drunk with a bottle of whiskey in my hand. They were on their way to bed. Today I ran into him again, and we exchanged numbers, so he must not have been too put off by the late night visit. The timing was good, because I needed his laundry insight.
Today was also the day I finally unpacked the last of the boxes. Just some electronics and books that don’t have anywhere to go, but at least they’re not in boxes. They’re stacked on awkward out-of-the-way shelves, which my place has a few of, and my cat enjoys. She found her way to the very top of the tall closet today, and back down again. I’m glad she’s finding better places than where she spent her first day in the apartment.
Last week when I was moving in, I put her in the bathroom with food and water as the movers were unloading. We had been traveling since about 8 that morning, which she took really well. The rides to and from the airport, security, the flight – barely a noise. I’d put my hand in the top of her carrier and scratch the top of her head, which might have soothed me more than her. I was looking forward to saying goodbye to the movers and plopping down on the bed as Niko and I took in the new place.
I came back from a quick run for cat litter, and I couldn’t find her in the bathroom. Then I saw that she had pulled a panel off the side of the bath tub, and she’s crawled into what’s essentially a hole in the wall. She was just sitting in this hole, surrounded by plumbing, in what seemed to be a really tight space. Long story short, she crawled out twelve hours later when I turned all the lights off and laid down in bed. I did not enjoy those twelve additional hours of stress, wondering if I’d have to get the fire department to tear my tub out. I’m glad I had friends to talk me down.
Things are a lot better now. The stress of moving, which was huge for me, has dissipated. Especially now that the first week is over. I’ve figured out where things are in neighborhood, how to cook in my new kitchen, how to pay my rent and utilities, how to do laundry, where the trash is, who my neighbors are, all that kind of stuff. I even did a Costco supply run with a coworker today.
Now I can move on to the task of filling this place out. I’ve got a desk and chair coming on Tuesday, so I no longer have to use my dresser corner and piano bench. There’s a bathroom rug on the way, and I’m about to pick out a lamp – my bedroom has no lighting otherwise. I’m waiting on the bigger stuff, like a couch or TV stand or bookcase, until I get a full month under my belt and can get a better sense of my budget.
There’s also a bit of apartment maintenance to be done. I have a lot of windows, and they all need curtains. There’s a fair amount of heat escaping without them, which is also why I need some draft blockers for the three doors. I should hang the art I have, and find some more. The light in the kitchen just went out again, I’ll have to look into that. In the long run, this place could use a paint job, and the cabinets could really use some love. I’m determined to make this place into a respectable apartment. Mostly, I want it to feel like mine.
The last big part of settling in was the first week of work, which I think went well. We’re certainly a scrappy bay area startup, but it all seems within the bounds of what’s normal. I like my coworkers, which helps. There’s a lot of work to do, but I feel like I’ve got the support I need to do it. For now, that’s about all I can say.
With the first week out of the way, I’m hoping I feel settled enough to start being social. I’ll have to muster up the courage and energy, but I’ve got some promising leads, and I’m convinced that I’ll find good people if I put in the time. Hopefully you’ll see some blog posts in the near future about talking to strangers!
See you tomorrow, week two.