Movin' out

So I moved on Saturday. Boy was that an ordeal. I wasn't really ambitious before, but I am now, and my sole motivation for Making It Big is this: Hire movers.

But I guess it went all right. Everything fit in the truck, nothing broke in transit, and at the end of the day we were all still able to stand upright. No small victory there.  And now, two days later, I'm nearly unpacked, except for all my books (eight. boxes.), all my Ikea furniture is assembled, and I've even put up and decorated a small Christmas tree. (Apparently having my own place is making me more festive than I used to be, because I spent a lot of physical and mental energy finding the perfect [read: small, cheap, and pre-lit] fake tree.)

So far the biggest pain in the ass has been the Case of the Missing Cookware. At some point in between moving out of the trailer at the end of graduation, and moving into the apartment on Saturday, I lost a box of my kitchen stuff. Now my pots and pans, kitchen knives, utensils, and Gladware are all MIA. Since I don't have a microwave yet, either, I can't so much as boil water for pasta. If they don't show up somewhere, I guess I'll go to Goodwill and see what I can find there, to tide me over until wedding/registry gifts start showing up. I also bought a box of assorted disposable utensils, which, yes, I am rinsing off and reusing.

It's very glamorous, this bachelorette lifestyle.

Singing along to: Jakob Dylan, All Day and All Night