Furniture!

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.