Moving pains

Day three. Moving can be such a pain, especially when you are doing it all alone. I'm used to a corporation moving me (us) and everything being done by other people. This move, however, I'm going it alone and it's quite an experience! One minute I'm completely irate and the next I'm pleased as punch. I think I've felt 76 emotions today.

I'm liking my place a little more. I was (well, I still am, actually) really freaked out about my apartment. It's the size of a postage stamp and kinda dingy. I'm used to really nice, upscale apartments and homes, so it's a lot to get used to. The more I scrub and clean, the more I can handle it, but I can't help but want to move. But I'm sticking with it. When I see some of the people coming in and out of this place I see that it's not filled with derelicts and losers, but normal people. I guess I just need to get used to "beach-living." :)

More to come . . .