What In The Hell Was I Thinking?

So Friday was not all that exciting. We pretty much stayed in the apartment all day, and crashed on the couches (assuming you can call them that). When we both woke up at 10:15 and saw that Law & Order was recycling to an episode that we saw earlier in the day, we decided to call it a night.

Of course, Friday afternoon became my "What in the hell was I thinking" moment. (Yes, I promise that I am trying to keep these posts "PG" rated for everyone.) I got into the apartment fine, but I had no maps, no idea of where I was living, no clue as to where the new office was, how to get there, or even what time to show up on Monday morning. I called my contact over there and left a message, but apparently she was out for the afternoon, because she never returned my phone call. So I had no idea how to get in touch with anyone else, or who to get in touch with for that matter. I guess I would have some work to do over the weekend...

The apartment... Several of you have emailed me and asked about it. It is fine, just a little smaller and more modern than I am used to. I will try to take some pictures and post them over the next few days so everyone can see. The apartment is probably 200 square feet. You walk in the front door (several security features, though, just to get in, so that's nice); the kitchen area is on the right, the dining room/living room next to it. On the left, you have the bathroom, which may be the biggest room in the house (it doubles as the laundry room, as the washer and dryer are next to the toilet), then a little study/office area, and the bedroom, which is basically a bed with a closet on the side.

What one thing have I learned in my first day? Things just might happen for a reason. All my issues to get stuff packed into those 3 bags, each weighing under 50 pounds? There's a reason for it. If I had brought any more clothing, there would be absolutely no room for it. Seriously. The one closet in the entire house is full.

The shower is awesome, though, and the TV is a sweet flat screen HD. Awesome. So those are my two favorite things. Everything else is fine. Although there is only a little island (where the sink, dishwasher, and some drawers with silverware, etc. are located) that you can put stuff on and one shelf within the two kitchen cabinets to store food. So no weekly grocery shopping for me! But there is a fridge and dishwasher, along with a stove top and some sort of convection or microwave thing to cook in (haven't tried it, yet), so I think I am good to go.

At the time on Friday, everything with the apartment in some undisclosed location, the fact that I had not heard one thing from the office over here, and my problems with my cell phone which was supposed to work when I landed, but that I could not make calls on, I guess it just all sort of hit at once. And I thought, "Holy crap. 3 months here? Seriously? What in the hell was I thinking?"

But tomorrow is another day. I have to get out and find some things for the new place. Like a clock. And some food. And I am thinking that once I get out of the apartment, maybe things will get a little bit better.