In Coffee Spoons

Monday: "I'm sorry, we can't turn your power on today because we thought your meter was outside so we told you that you wouldn't have to be home but then it turned out we were wrong and it was an inside meter and you weren't home so we rescheduled."

Tuesday:

Guy: "Hi, how are you?"

Me: "COME THE HELL IN BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE HAPPENS."

Guy: *fiddles with meter and has my power on in two minutes*

Me: "You are my hero."

So I'm completely moved into my own apartment now-- really, all I had left to bring downstairs was the contents of my fridge-- and very, very happy.

It's a nice little place. I've been rearranging the ugly mismatched couches and adding some plants and pictures to make it more home-ish and less like a basement. Not that it still doesn't yell "flat-broke first apartment", because it does. The ugly mismatched couches see to that. But I'm working on it.

Pics likely to come soon. I'm still clearing out boxes and bubble wrap.

...Okay, I'm clearing out the boxes and playing with the bubble wrap.


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