I've been in my new apartment for 1 week today. It's been an odd, disconcerting feeling to be all alone for the first time in my life...except for my cat, of course.
I've managed to unpack almost everything...I have 6 boxes left with stuff in them. The way I imagined things arranged didn't quite come to fruition. I misjudged room size and baseboard heaters in my original layout in my head, however it came together fairly well in spite of that.
I picked up a second nightstand yesterday, because I needed more drawer space, but I didn't really have room for a dresser. It has 3 drawers and will fit the overflow from the other nightstand perfectly. Then I will move the leaning bookshelf into the kitchen next to the stove, I think, for small appliances.
I love the space and openness of the apartment. The only things I don't like are the lack of counter space in the kitchen, the tight fit of the bathroom (watch your knees people) and the fact that it only has a tub, no shower. I'm still searching for the appropriate "fitting" for the tiny antique spigot so I can at least have a hand held shower head for washing my hair!!!
Emotionally I'm fairly stable, most of the time. I still have crying jags (last night I was sobbing so hard I couldn't drive), but most of the time I'm doing ok. One day at a time...one hour at a time...sometimes one moment at a time...
Because this week was an emotional rollercoaster from hell, I've pretty much eaten junk all week. I am determined not to do that this coming week. I will get my cooking/eating/walking back on track and bring the physical into a better place, which will help the emotional.
I want to thank everyone for their ongoing prayer and support. It means the world to me...
2 comments:
Much love. May the character that shines through all your writing bring you safe to a place of great thriving.
Thank you, Harry. I appreciate your support!
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