Apparently when I said “pictures coming tomorrow,” I really meant “pictures coming possibly Monday or maybe in November.”
The apartment is clean enough now. My clothing is no longer in a giant pile in the bedroom and I have cooked actual meals in the kitchen now. We have done things like sit on the couch and read. I even have a library card now (you can check out an unlimited amount of items. As in. . . there is no limit. Coming from my 15 item library in Texas, I almost kissed the librarian).
But there’s this – our house is still kind of jammed with things that are posted to Craigs List but have not been sold or picked up yet. Which means we have random stuff piled up in the corners. And I am too vain to show you pictures of my almost lovely home when it still has motorcycle helmets perched on top of the bookcase and a tiny TV sitting in the kitchen chair.
In more boring moving news, the other night we went to the grocery store. I had been nervous about finding a grocery store I liked here as I loved H-E-B more than was probably healthy. I loved the layout of my local one, the cheap store brands, the availability of every item I ever looked for. What could possibly compare?
Then, we went to the store located closest to our apartments, the heavens parted, and the angels sang. It was clean. It had a nice parking lot. The food was inexpensive. The store brands were reasonably priced. Ice cream was as cheap as dirt. All was well in my world.
Is it ridiculous that a good grocery store has so much impact on my happiness in a location? No need to answer that question if you think it’s insane.