Today marks the sixth day Peter and I will officially have lived in our new apartment.  The boxes have been packed, moved, unpacked, rearranged, some repacked, re-unpacked, uhauls rented, movers paid, and furniture bought. 

And I still don’t know my own phone number.

The new place is far less opulent than the last, which was a testament to BU’s willingness to spend money on fancy-shmancy when funding would probably be better spent on updating existing facilities.  However, it is bigger and Peter and I can actually walk around our bedroom.  And the living room!  Oh, glorious fecund living room, with your verdant houseplants blooming on so many virgin surfaces, such a vast expanse waiting for more bookshelves.  Who needs central air and 20 foreign channels when you have all this space in which to frolic?  (And wireless internet connectivity so that you might frolic and blog at the same time!)

The new apartment also heralds my acquisition of 4 or 5 new jobs.  Obtaining jobs is a hobby of mine.  It’s easy to keep switching, since my life is lived in semesters than than in months or years.  I can leave one job without even having to quit, since my employers expect students won’t be coming back anyway.  I just fade quietly away from the jobs that I acquired and then subsequently drove me insane. 

So here I sit tapping away wirelessly on the internet, admiring the golden sun stream through my rain-soaked screens.  It is almost enough to make me forget that two days ago my right eye kept twitching due to the fact that the house was a complete wreck and my precious oil-on-velvet painting of a chihuahua (that I got from the side of the road in Reading, PA) wasn’t yet hung on the wall.  But today is a new day and the art is mounted and displayed, ready to receive the reverence it deserves.

I am confident this new location and job has already given me so much more class than I had before.