changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes

This month has been a little nutso. The last two weekends have been devoted to moving and cleaning. I'm pretty psyched about my new pad, which is in a neighborhood that I used to live in and nearby lots of my friends. It's big, has a view of mountains and has a lot of windows. It needs furniture. I know-- a picture speaks a thousand words. I don't have any photos. My life is still laptop-less and therefore a digital camera is pretty useless. (Whoa that sounds pretty negative. Don't cry.)

On Thursday I read the list of things I needed to do to get my security deposit back at my old place. I'm including it in this post because its' pretty damn funny (note the manner in which things are emphasized such as red type, bold type, yellow highlighting, underlining, and any combination of the above). But the good news is, I completed each task! I painted the apartment top to bottom, back to its original color (I'd painted the walls glass, soft pumkin and linen white when I moved in). I cleaned the living daylights outta that place: polished the curtain rod, scrubbed under the fridge, vacuumed dust from the window tracks. I impressed myself.


Next week Ash and Jeff are flying to Portland and my b.friend and I are meeting them there. They've never met. I suspect we'll have an excellent time. If things go my way, I'll have a security deposit to party with.

p.s. Yep, the title is a Jimmy Buffet lyric.

Oh, hello Craigslist.

I'm back to my life in Seattle: my own bed, my routine, my gym, my trusty bus route, delicious Americanos!

Since I got burglarized I've been considering moving into a place that's not on the ground floor. To add insult to injury, my building manager told me that they're raising my rent about $100 (in one year, gimme a break). She was wearing a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. I didn't know if I should take her seriously. I can't believe I'm already back on Craigslist. There's not much turnover this time of year, which is strange. Why do people leave Seattle in the summer, when the sun is shining like 14 hours a day? Irregardlessly, I'll keep my eye out for any reasonably-priced, charming studio that's on a bus route and near some urban life, i.e. parks, bars and stores. I'm painting a broad stroke, location-wise. Maybe I'll get bored with the hunt and will just stay at my own place.

Speaking of questionable sweaters, here's some pix from Kelly and Dan's ugly Christmas sweater party. We sure rocked the festive-wear. Ashley's involves an elf riding a polar bear, and when she ran out to the car she realized that the bear is wearing a bell because she jingled all the way.