In the process of moving things out of the apartment...I can't believe it's been 1 year+ since I moved here, and was so excited about my tiny studio of my very own. It's still exciting to be here, and still feels surreal. Having Seth here doesn't make things feel familiar, just even more surreal, because it's outside the surreality of Seattle, but not the familiarity of Seth-ness. More like an alternate alternate reality. Or something.

Anyway we're only moving right next door which is super great. It's supposed to make things easier, but I almost wish we were moving across town just to get it all over with (rent a truck for a day...load it and unload it the same day..) but that would stress me out too, so this is fine. So far I've brought over most of the kitchen stuff, and have thrown out some things that aren't worthy of carrying 10 feet over. ha. I also carried all our books over, one arm-load at a time, which took quite a while.

The new apartment is perfect. It's absolutely the perfect size, and just slightly inside our budget. If it was dog-friendly I would sign a 10-year lease.

Cleaning the old apartment is gross, though. I've never had to deal with some of these things before (anyone know how to clean a drip pan? Or even remove it from under the burner? And do I really have to clean behind the toilet?). But it's all character-building I suppose. And a grown woman should know how to clean up after herself (the place is, after all, only about 200 sq feet, for christ's sake).

Seth started work today. He had to be in at 7am, so he had to wake up at 5am, poor thing. He doesn't get home til 6, either. I hope he likes it enough to stay for at least a while, or until something better comes along.

I am dreading going back to school. It's really weighing on my mind. All things equal, in a perfect world, I would not go back, and start working instead. I am really excited about my job though, so I might as well stick it out since it pays my tuition. And if it's paying my tuition I might as well get my degree. But my heart just isn't in it anymore, and if I don't finish this year, I don't see myself going back next year. Argh. It's so frustrating. I don't know if being away from everyone I love makes things harder, or just gives me another excuse to be bad at school. Bleh.