Well, I have officially moved into my first ever apartment. Granted, I’m only here because my typical lodgings have flooded and our insurance company is paying the rent, but it’s still my first real, non-academic “place.” Also? It’s kinda awesome.

I’ll admit, when I found out that the place was on Cranston Avenue, I was pretty sketched out. In fact, I’m still not crazy on the neighborhood. I do like being pretty close to a Dairy Queen. Though it looks like it would be perfect for a movie about an inner-city sports team that ends up winning both the state championship and our hearts.

Location aside, the apartment is ridiculously nice. All of the appliances (stove, fridge, washer/dryer, dishwasher) are brand new. The floors are completely hard wood and tile. The dining room has this really cool, back-lit display case, the possibilities for which are endless. Plus, the place is huge.

It’s actually a three bedroom apartment. But don’t get any funny ideas, people. Though I don’t have an issue with overnight guests, once in a while, I’m going to enjoy my roommate-less living for a while.

Internet will be hooked up on Thursday (writing on my phone) and hopefully the cable will be installed this week, too. I’ll definitely need it for Dollhouse on Friday.

Alright, well, Katelyn and I were volunteered to work at Classic tomorrow, so I should get some sleep.