I keep meaning to make a this-is-my-life-now update and not doing it.
You get that now.
So as most people probably cottoned on to, I moved out of my parent's house in the start of September. The night of August 31st actually, but let's not be picky. I am in the apartment with Nina now (who, for those who don't know this, is my girlfriend, and is
theformofstars, and is wonderful). I am looking for a job and it is not going wonderfully, but we can handle our monthly finances till I get one, thank god.
As of the day before yesterday, we have kittens. We had a cat -- well, she had a cat, a large black cat -- and now we have two kittens. Coloringwise I think they're tabbies but I might be using that word wrong.
I have watched every episode of Sports Night a ridiculous amount of times since I got here, except the last disk, which gets put on rarely because, well, it's depressing. I've started watching Sling and Arrows as of yesterday. We have a Beatles poster over our bed and a Frank Sinatra posted over our chair and large sheets of paper to write on over the couch and the bed and more to be put up eventually. I built a bookshelf with a silver hammer we borrowed from a neighbor and moved in with help from an upstairs neighbor for that matter. I'm getting used to the geography of our local shopping complexes and how to get to them. My boxes are not yet entirely unpacked but I'm hoping to work on that today now that I have a bookshelf.
It still feels a little like a dream but the "I'm really here and we have an apartment" moments are more often than not now. I really have nothing else to say, I really had no need to say half these things, but I'm tired and I'm just typing at this point. These are all, despite my out of it-ness, good things. I am here and I am glad it's finally happened.