Lets come together
2007-08-04

Its hot. Horribly. And still no rain. Not in our neck of the woods. Maybe tonight. Maybe it would cool things off.

So we have a livingroom now. And a kitchen, and a real bedroom. Yeah!

I can't help but smile.

Of course, nothing is quite in its space yet.

All we want to do is lay on the carpet and stay cool. We have a ceiling fan in our bedroom. Yeah!

A walk in closet. Its like a room of its own. Well, granted I lived in a very small place in the basement of this place. I had no idea the apartments would be like this. Maybe I'm just thankful to have more room and to anyone else it would look lame.

So just resting now. Finally. We've been carrying things in here for days it seems. Then cleaning on the other place, too.

My wrists hurt. I'm so sore. I'm not sure my legs can take anymore of this going up flights of steps.

My job could put you to sleep at times. I've got my own little cubical. I work with 3 other people.

I was quite nervous at first. I'd heard scary stories from this other place. Like if you're 3 minutes late they dock you half a day. Not that I want to be late. But 3 minutes? Come on. Traffic isn't exactly a breeze, sometimes.

But its not like that there. And it works out really well that Logan and I can meet up for lunch. We are about 3 blocks from each other. We've been brown bagging. Doing whatever to save some. Its not easy. But we've putting together some really fun lunches, like fruit and yogurt dip.

Gotta go, Logan just broke something important. He didn't say what. We have to go to Target.