New Ways to Sweat

So, maybe this is just me, but did refrigerators always make such a loud buzzing noise? I swear to God, I think it woke me up this morning. Now I'm pretty fierce about this "I'm a big girl I don't need anyone to protect me" thing, but having an apartment by myself can be a bit creepy. Thank God for teaching because if I didn't have somewhere to go during the day I think I'd lose my marbles hanging around here and discovering what appliances in my house make formerly unheard noises.

For real though, I'm really okay. I'm finally starting to get stuff unpacked. I have a few things hanging on the wall and...well, my tv on an endtable which isn't really big enough for it directly across from my beat up old couch. I had to set it up somewhere and came to realize I don't actually own a "tv table". The whole place really is pretty sad looking, but I had to put the tv up so I could distract myself from the mess.

Right now my biggest concern is that I haven't found the laundry room in this building yet and my house is starting to stink. Seriously, I didn't know I could sweat like this. I mean, I've been doing martial arts for most of my life, but I have never soaked through three t-shirts in one day. I had changed one and thought I was good till Paula came over and said she wanted to take me out to dinner. I said okay, and started to walk out with her. She just stared at me like I was some kind of nut.

"What?" I asked.

"Zuri, I can see your boobies," she said.

"So what, I can see yours too, I replied.

"Yeah but this dress is supposed to look like this AND I'm wearing a bra. I am not going out with you looking or smelling like that."

"Smelling? Do I smell?" I sniffed my armpit, bad move.

Paula said she was going to help me unpack after dinner, but it was really something more like move small objects from one side of the room to the other. Then she started watching something on TV and it was all over. Next thing I knew I was waking her up off my couch. Love you Paulie.

Anyway, life goes on...

Ms. Independent

If you don't know by now, Ms. Zuri Wallace is now officially out on her own in the world. That's right, in my new apartment and lovin it. I just moved in yesterday with some help from the fam (thanks fam) and spent my first night here last night. I thought about having Paula stay the night, but she had her own stuff going on, so I stayed alone.

This is the part where there should be some story about how creepy and weird it is to spend the night in a place all alone, but I only wanna give y'all the truth. I was out like a light the moment they left last night. I was so tired. I had no idea I had so much stuff! I didn't even move it all yet. I still have half of my clothes and all the boxes in my closet back at the house. For the moment, I think those might be staying there. I have no urge to move anything else (plus dad had to take back the truck this morning, so anything else we move will have to be in his little car).

Now, about my new apartment...I haven't really got things set up yet. I just got the Internet working which is why I'm doing this now. Most of my stuff is in boxes. Tomorrow my mission is to unpack the kitchen...and after that I can learn how to cook.

My only complaint so far is that the old lady next door seems to be a bit deaf, so she puts her TV on blaring loud. I can hear it through the wall! I guess that's the cost of living in cool apartments that used to be factories. The floor and ceiling is solid, but the walls are like paper. Thankfully, that wall is the one in my living room and not in my bedroom, so I can sleep just fine.

A strange side effect of this move is that I'm super organized about things which usually don't require any organization. For instance, I've already laid out my clothes for tomorrow morning. I haven't done that since I was five!

Alas, my body is still aching, so I'm going to slip into the bath and take a long soak. Zuri out.