So, with all the stuff moved in, it was time to unpack and get things set up. I’ve got a couple of rooms I don’t really know what to do with, but the rest has now been designated. Kitchen, dining room and living room are easy. But I also got a kitchen annex that I’m not sure what to do with. Basement with a full bathroom – and I’ve now got my weight bench set up there as well. Second floor has my bedroom, the library, and one of those unknown rooms. Third floor – yes, a third floor – has the origami room, an unknown room, and the office – where I’m sitting now. And it’s cold in here. I’m a little worried about the heating bill, so I’m keeping the temp low and much of the house closed off. Once I get that first bill, I’ll be able to judge it a little better.
I’ve cleared a ton of boxes – the library along was a massive undertaking – and the basement is actually sort of organized.
I also met the neighbors and introduced myself. They are an older couple and seem nice – the guy came over while I was working on garage door and held the flashlight for me. I’m hoping that we all stay on good terms – we share a driveway and I’m not really sure the protocol yet on that.
I’ve gotten my first piece of mail, taken out the trash, and done my first very minor repair. No laundry yet – I took what I had with me when I visited my family for Christmas.
And… I’m lonely. Deeply so. I had a room-mate all through college and then afterwards as well. When my prior room-mate moved out – or rather, when he was forced to move out – I was dating someone and never felt alone. Then I had my most recent room-mate and even when things went sour, it was still to have someone around.
This was the right decision for a whole of reasons and I’m getting used to the quiet, but it’s still weird.