I’ve been in San Diego for two and a half weeks. For two of
those weeks, I’ve been living on an air mattress. It’s a funny thing, living in
a nice-sized apartment and having absolutely no furniture. When I first arrived
at my apartment, it was an incredibly lonely experience, walking from room to
empty room. After buying the bare necessities from Target* and blowing up the
air mattress, it started feeling like I was camping out in my own apartment.
Now, this may SOUND incredibly fun to you (well-marginally fun. Does anybody
ever really have a burning desire to camp out in their own place? Don’t do it.
Just…camp normally instead, in a park or forest or something. And this is why
you read my blog, for my profound insights and advice). It is NOT fun. After a few
days, I would go to restaurants just to be able to sit properly on something.
Furniture felt like a hazy memory, like something I had invented while in the
midst of a fever dream.
Two weeks after I had arrived in San Diego-over three weeks
since I had left New York-the miraculous happened. My things arrived! I
immediately sat down on a kitchen chair and marveled at how splendid my life
had suddenly become. Four exhausting and busy days later, after a marathon of
moving and unpacking and decorating (and spending WAY too much money at the
Container Store**), I have a real apartment again! NOW it’s time to get this
show on the road.
*Target, if you’d like to send me money for giving you that
invaluable marketing with my shoutout, email me! We’ll hash out the deets.
**I’ll take money from you guys, too. I’ve got an open thing
going on with Target, it’s okay.
