Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Returning to hell

I know I should not have the attitude that I do about my apartment, but I do. I know that what we put out into the universe we get back and hating my apartment building and the people in it will only keep me in a state of disgust and hate.

So I shall look on the bright side.  I have an apartment to come home to.  I have heat, lights, water, my own computer, a few hundred piles of stuff and the feeling that something is terribly off here.  I just have no idea what. 
It seems too big suddenly, too bright.  I got used to my mother's shoeboxed size apartment with the near nothing lights and the massive computer screen and now... I feel so small here.  I've forgotten how tiny my laptop screen really is.

Oddly enough, for the first time in the 11 years I've lived here, tonight I feel really alone for the first time ever.  If ever I wish I had a husband this is that night.  Something tells me I'm not going to be able to sleep any tonight so don't be overly shocked if I end up blogging a few times in the course of the night.

I did get a couple of photos done when I was at mom's.

That would be the two weeks worth of newspapers I had to collect every morning.
The train case I talked about the other week and the infamous cookies that I baked all week.