Yeah, it means i am in my new apartment, the electricity is on, and so is the phone. Matt just departed for the lab, leaving me to maneuver my desk so that i can reach the single phone jack (looking to get that situation amended soon). All of my stuff is here minues my electric guitar and my vinyl pants, and after about four hours of frantic unpacking it all fits!!! More updates to come inbetween burst of rampant organizational activity.
[…] I’ve followed Kate’s lead and delved into some CK written from the old apartment, and it’s downright odd. I don’t remember writing like i did then – in constant fits and starts, or even thinking like that. Now every single post either sends me into a fit of laughter or a state of quiet contemplation, and sometimes both consecutively. And, though i’m sure it’s very amusing and thought-provoking on its own (heh), the highlights for me definitely connect to having been there when they were written… remembering how many times i fell to the ground in a fit of hysterical laughter on this night of drinking with Aim, laughing out loud at the nearly psychic advice doled out in this post, and remembering to read the commented out dream in this one, which i easily recollected almost blow for blow. As much as i love making other people think, or laugh, or sing along, i think the best part of this is often just looking back and seeing exactly what i was like on a certain day nearly two years ago. It’s truly worth the effort. […]