Moving Out

All righty -- I got that place in the Lower Haight, and I'm moving tomorrow. I've MOSTLY got everything packed up, and I have the rest of the month to pick up the odds and ends (Grandma's china -- where on earth will I put it?). I hope to get the bulk of it moved tomorrow, but it's going to take quite a few trips. I have too much stuff!

And I got a part-time job tutoring, which will pay for my groceries. Over the next couple of weeks, I'm going to be BUSY -- I have a full-time training thing during the days, and the bookstore at night, plus I need to sell a bunch of my furniture and things. Then there's taxes, jury duty, a work meeting, a T.B. test, two book group meetings, and figuring out where I'll do laundry/buy groceries/get internet access/bank. The schedule is quite overwhelming, actually. But I can do it! I can! I just have to push myself for a bit longer.

But my new apartment is pretty. Yellow walls, pergo floor. I'm spending tomorrow night at Matty's, as I don't have a bed. I'm afraid Matty's on the verge of catching a cold, and he's got a lot on his plate with his new job. So no matter what, I'm going to be positive and cheerful tomorrow night. I would kill for a ticket to Hawaii. But then again, maybe my new neighborhood will be like Hawaii. As I said, there are lots of really cute guys in my 'hood, and I'm so close to Golden Gate Park, and once things calm down I'll have evenings free.

I wonder who lives in the building? Will I make some new friends? I hear there are a couple of dogs residing there. I love dogs, though I'm not ready to have one of my own. If I get lonely, I'll get a goldfish. But I don't think I'll get too lonely. I haven't felt lonely for a while now. In so many ways, I've lucked out. It's tough not to take that for granted.