As I mentioned in my post yesterday, moving this time around vs. last year felt different in a few ways, and I guess I hadn’t realized how far I’ve actually come since then.
What ways, you ask? Let’s see…
…the power went out during my first night in my new apartment around 2 am. I noticed only as I use a fan for “white noise” (have done that ever since college and it’s a habit that has stuck. It feels “loud” without it going, oddly!) so I woke up when the fan shut off. Instantly, I froze, because my mind likes to play tricks on me (what if someone is trying to break in and they shut off the power to scare me? Because that doesn’t *only* happen in scary movies, right?!), and it felt super dark as the lights outside went out too. I was close to calling my sister or my mom out of habit…but then thought better of it, calmed myself down, and eventually went back to sleep. Of course, I also realized I don’t have any flashlights, so clearly that’s next on my list. But, for me, it felt huge to not immediately freak out (just minor freak out!), though at the same time, it was one of those moments when I was I had someone next to me in bed, but I digress.
…doing all of the bill switchovers for electric and cable myself. I know, that sounds run of the mill, right? But last year, Pete did it for me…out of habit. I asked him if he would, because I hate crap like that, but why do that? I mean, it’s my place, why rely on others – especially him – to do the “big girl” stuff I know very well how to do (remember the bombast incident?! heh.). Check.
…simply settling in, not being afraid, and loving my place…MINE. Last year, it was a whole new transition for me, moving from a house that was OURS to an apartment that was MINE, and now, I am so accustomed to it, and I truly love living alone, something I never thought I’d say. And I truly enjoyed every minute of my solitary day yesterday.
I’m sure there are others, but on a weekend where a year signifies a lot, in many ways, well, what a difference a year makes.
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…and guess who has a date with Doctor Boy tonight. Meeee! Woohoo
More on that tomorrow…
September 12, 2010 at 11:18 am
I love those moments when I am able to look back and see how far I’ve come…looks like you’re doing the same thing too! Good for you! And I can’t WAIT to hear about that date tomorrow!!
September 12, 2010 at 12:15 pm
Thank you!! It is good to see how far we’ve come, right?! And I will for sure write about the date tomorrow – wish me luck!
September 12, 2010 at 11:30 am
Love this comparison Jo. Even I am taken aback by some of these changes in you – in a great way of course. When you compare last year to this year’s move, so cool what you’ve managed to learn about yourself in this year, let alone the past TWO years. Awesome.
September 12, 2010 at 12:16 pm
Thanks sister…it’s been quite the ride, hasn’t it?!
September 12, 2010 at 2:41 pm
Congratulations On the anniversary, the move and the date. Woo-hoo!!
September 12, 2010 at 2:42 pm
thank you!!
September 12, 2010 at 8:19 pm
Some of your thoughts of living alone, of things being YOURS, is something I’ve been trying to blog about as a homeowner. (A draft of a post is sitting in my queue.) So I guess this is a spoiler– I’ll be writing about that very same thing soon.
Oh, and I can’t wait to read the latest swoon update.
September 13, 2010 at 8:56 am
oooh I will have to go read your post!! And yes…read the latest post. Complete and utter swoonage. like WHOA.
September 12, 2010 at 11:23 pm
isn’t it so damn liberating, in a weird sort of way, to have to handle all these chores yourself? i look at it as a sign that i am truly far beyond the old ball and chain, and 100% on my own. i love it, even though chores annoy the holy hell out of me.
hope the date’s going fabulously!
September 13, 2010 at 8:57 am
It IS liberating!!! Chores annoy the holy hell out of me too, but since it’s just me, it’s not as messy as if there are others around
Date went awesome…read up!
December 22, 2010 at 2:23 pm
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