Brandon moved out on Saturday and I moved back in the next day. The apartment is pretty much the same as it was when I abruptly left two months ago; the neighbors are still effing loud with their dangnabbit rock music. The level of general disrepair remains the same, although another leak seems to have sprung at some point from the kitchen ceiling. It just feels different now, because I am the only person living there. I’m sure Brandon’s aware of the feeling since he was there alone for a while. I knew it was going to be weird going back after this long and so, so many people expressed surprise that I’d be going back at all. Maybe it’s a mistake, but a girl’s gotta live somewhere.
We'll see how long this lasts
To cheer myself up, I decided to make some changes. I don’t think I’ll be living there past July, since that’s when my landlord said I’ll either have to re-sign the lease or move out to make way for college students in the fall. Still, some small changes are worth it, despite the short time I’ll have to enjoy them. I re-organized the walk -in closet and packed away some clothes to give away. And last night, despite my doubts, I managed to set up the color printer I bought online last week. Unfortunately the USB cable it requires wasn’t delivered until today, so I’ll have to see if I’m able to get anything to actually print from my computer aside from that printer test sheet the thing spat out last night. We’ll see.
I no longer have a TV, or internet access, so I’m spending lots of time in Cup O’ Joe’s this week until I can get internet installation scheduled. I’m thinking of buying a relatively small TV this weekend; I’m pretty sure I remember enough of the research Brandon talked me through when we bought our giant TV a year and a half ago. In leiu of “Veronica Mars” episodes online and network television, I’ve been doing some cleaning and reading. In that sense, it is like that time I lived alone two years ago, although I’m pretty sure I can’t go a whole month without that stuff like I did then.
I have no idea what’s going to happen after July. I’m banking on some puzzle pieces falling into place before then, because it’s just too much to worry about right now. I’m taking some people’s advice and chilling the hell out. Things are going to happen, yes, but I can’t make them all happen this second, right now, all at once. And that’s a good thing, I do believe. I’m taking baby steps, but at least they are steps at all.
This weekend is going to be awesome because I get to spend some more quality time with Jessi, who I wrote about seeing a couple weeks ago. This weekend would have been her five year anniversary with her boyfriend, and why waste two days you already requested off from work? We’re going to go to Melt Bar & Grilled (get it? Grilled?) at some point, which means I’ll be checking that off my Cleveland area to-do list at last. On Saturday night a group of girls and I will be getting gussied up and going out for girls night, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do this weekend. It also brings to mind a certain Dane Cook bit about girls nights out and it makes me giggle a little bit just thinking about it.
“I just wanna dance! Let’s just stand there in a circle around our shoes and our pocketbooks and let’s just dance. If guys come near us we’ll tazer them.”