Well, I made it. Newly entombed in Bushwick, Brooklyn.
A little about the move: I'm living with one of my old roommates, Chris, and two other people. It was originally going to be a sublet situation, but a permanent room opened up and I took it. The situation is not ideal and I don't know how long I'll stay here. When I move (sigh, again) I'll probably find a two bedroom place with someone else because even though I know Chris, I'm kind of weird around strangers and certainly don't really feel at home unless a place really is my home - one I picked, not one I moved into because it was an easy out.
The place is cute, though, the kitchen is big, and Haxan is happily exploring (though only when Chris' cat, Eli is in his room - I had Haxan back when Chris and I lived together but she and Eli never got along. There have already been a couple hissy fits. Hopefully that calms down soon.)
Since this is sort of temporary, some of my belongings (including some kitchen stuff) are at my parents house and I'm trying to find my bearings in a new kitchen, and stay out of the way of other people, ha. When you live with someone you know and like, it's okay when they come home and find you mixing up an "aromatic" curry with cabbage and they're more willing to forgive you making a mess or using a blender at 7 in the morning. Am I just being too paranoid? How the hell do people live with roommates? ANYWAY, hence, my meals have been simple and quick and probably will be until I get a little more comfortable.
This picture is too sad / hilarious not to post: my first dinner in the new place:
Today was better. Breakfast:
Ran some errands, walked around the neighboring hoods, got a couple groceries, etc. And lunch:
Snack of a huge Joanna Gold apple:
I guess this kind of looks pathetic, but look - I actually used flatware for my dinner tonight - that's already an obvious improvement from vegan cheese out of the package and zucchini on the hummus lid. I am kind of looking forward to this cutting back on my food intake - I had a tendency to late-night snack just because G was, and a tendency to sit around the house and pick at food. Hopefully now, I'll get outside more often and walk around and not just sit on the couch and eat. It's hard to explain. Let's all keep our happy faces on.
How are you all with roommates?? Or, have been in the past? Why do I feel like I'm regressing?