That's not what the Death card means

Hanging from the driver's side door handle
written 2008-03-25 22:23:37

So, new apartment life. It's a bit disconcerting. It's depressingly like the last apartment, somewhat new/exciting, and most importantly I'm the only one living here. That's kinda obvious, sure, but that was the bitch of living in Ohio. It was apart and away and alone out there. Now I'm virtually back where I started from, yet it's all down to me again. Feh.

So my apartment: third floor, lots of room, very warm even in winter, still has cable TV coming in from the last tenant (I guess). Unfortunately only has 30 inches of lateral clearance in the main stairs; less in the fire exit. I find myself currently without furniture, and somewhat unable to acquire furniture that will not fit through these apertures. First, thrift store. Then, Ikea. I really didn't want to spend that much on this place, though.

Working 40 a week, which is way less than I was working at the last gig, but the pay is still pretty good. The commute is still an hour each way. I have an interview on Monday, though, at a more local firm. More on that as it becomes available.

Sorry about the lack of updates. There's only so much self-pity and whingeing I want to post here, you understand.

Saturday, Phillies preseason game (thanks, Pina!). Sunday, taking Cait to an audition in the city for Governor's School in drama/performing arts. Uncle Matt is good luck, didn't you know?

--22:21 PM, EDT, Hatboro, PA, the Low Road knows

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