i no longer live at 19th and chestnut. so weird. spent the whole weekend moving. jason and pete moved almost all my furniture friday night, along with mostly everything else. jason and i got the rest on saturday, then went to his parents' for a bit, hung out, ate dinner, went back and finished the move for good. went to sleep at 11 pm on sat b/c we were soo exhausted from moving. sun went to reading for his peewee football game and hanging out, and i did some laundry since the washer/dryer broke at my place this sat. tiring weekend for sure. i fell asleep in the car to AND from reading, i was so tired. i'm happy with jason though. :)

In all the excitement of getting ready to move and packing and making plans I haven't had much time to stop and think about how I'm really going to miss this apartment. So much has happened here. So much has happened since I've lived here. I haven't been blogging a lot recently, but this apartment deserves it. This apartment was my first home away from home. The first place that was really mine. I lived here because I earned it, because I found it and secured it. I've paid for it all myself, I decorated it myself, I made it my own. It's seen me through the end of one relationship and the beginning of a new one. It's seen lazy weekend mornings and early days off to work. It's seen me for lunch almost every day during the week. It's seen me laugh, cry, and throw things out of anger, and through it all it's been a wonderful apartment, just right. If Goldilocks were to explore apartments, she'd say this one was juuuust right. This place has been perfect for me in location and size, and amazing when it comes to storage. The fact that all of my life's belongings are with me in this apartment and it looks spotless when it's clean has made this just the most perfect niche for me.

I am leaving you, apartment, for two reasons only. The first is simple: there is no convenient washer/dryer around for me to use, and there is only so much laundry-mooching I can do. The second is far more complicated: I couldn't bear to live alone anymore. So, apartment, please don't take it personally. I am going to miss you more than I can say, and I will always think of you fondly. I just needed to move on, upgrade to a place with a washer/dryer, and live with someone so I can stop feeling alone, because one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.

But in all seriousness, I will really miss this place.

i really haven't blogged much lately. i guess i do sort of have a weekly routine: go to work, come home and relax, watch tv for a bit, go to the gym, shower, eat dinner, talk to jason. see jason on the weekends (which i love). jason's working this weekend so it's the first weekend i've woken up on saturday with absolutely nothing to do. i slept til about 10:30 and now i'm just lounging in bed. it's nice.

it's amazing how we all go on in our different existences thinking we are normal, or thinking we are good, and that others will look at us and scoff, say we only skim the surface of the deep ocean life has to offer. i look at certain people, people i used to know, and laugh. but i am sure that people look at me and have the same reaction.

jason's working this weekend which is why i'm just hanging out here. i'm moving to my new apartment with brittany in one week and i'm not packed, but this is one of those daunting tasks i put off until i absolutely have to do it. instead i just spent time trying to clear off one of my hard drives. and now i should go get ready to hang out with fred (for my 6 hour time slot i will see him today).

Jason said I love you on Saturday. I said it back. I floated on a cloud for 2 days straight. Then we got in a fight today about him helping me move in two weekends, because he wanted to go brew beer with his dad and uncle for 6 - 8 hours on Sat when I want to be moving.

I really haven't been blogging much lately. I'm definitely in one of my moods where I don't feel much like it. I've nothing spiritual, metaphoric or deep to say, and I don't feel like recording my every day or every week happenings, although the latter is why I'm blogging now. Quick debriefing of Newport (or should I spell it Newpooort):
- good drive up, fun time
- get there, shotgun a beer each, beirut
- sat was rainy so we took forever to get out, did ocean drive, went back and colored, took naps (I couldn't sleep)
- sat night via via and kings/shotguns/purple nurples, out to a bar (riverdeck or something?). really fun til Rachel started fighting with Joe. actually, I didn't even notice this so I had a great time there. get back, Rachel + Joe huuuuuge fight, lasts for hours and into the next day. bed around 5:30 am.
- sun = beach day. Rachel + Joe's fight makes us leave 3 hours later than we should have, getting us there around 12:30 or 1. still very nice day at the beach. sat at the surfer's end cause we had to park in some rando field.
- left, showered, a few drinks, v, drinks at red parrot and dinner at black pearl. I got reallllly exhausted at dinner, and the lamb wasn't as good as it should have been, but the clam chowda was delish as always.
- went home after this, played Rachel + Joe in scrabble but they were being dicks about it. bed.
- clean house mon. come home. slept about 45 min the ride home. jason did the whole drive. he's great. i'm so happy with him right now.