Hello? Anyone still there?

So, holidays and moving for the lose, apparently. I am a NaBloPoMo failure. Such is life.

But now I have a new apartment!

It's so cute, a little efficiency, but they put in this HUGE bookcase, so all I had to do was hang drapes and *voila* instant 1-bedroom!

I thought I might be paranoied - more than usual - living all by myself, at least at first, but I absolutely love it! I don't have to worry about people being noisy when I want to sleep, about not being able to get into the kitchen, about someone walking in when I'm jamming out to the Broadway musical station, Christmas carols, and/or KT Tunstall. (For example.) Despite being rumored to be in a scary part of town, I haven't seen anyone creepy yet and I'm convinced that my neighbors - if they exist - must be somehow related to Santa Claus. Y'know the ability to sneak around a house without waking anyone up, despite decorating, eating cookies, and stuffing himself down a chimney. Did anyone else find that a little difficult to believe? Especially since I never lived in a house with a chimney. The 'magic of Christmas' was thrown about a bit, but there really was little surprise when my cousin told me Santa Claus didn't exist. I was a very cynical six year old, I guess. Either that or very logically-minded.

But my apartment. I do have a few problems finally - thank goodness! I was beginning to believe it was all too good to be true and I was going to wake up from my delusions somewhere horrific, but then I discovered that the water heater only holds enough hot water for a ten-minute shower. And then the blind fell down on me. So it's definitely real. And painful.

I've been having fun decorating, though it's been tough to stretch my decorations to fit the whole apartment. I didn't think that was going to be a problem, when I moved I had a lot of boxes. I was thinking "Wow, is everything going to fit? When did I get so much stuff? What is in all of these boxes?" Well, remember the HUGE bookcase? (Totally the selling point of the efficiency. After I toured the apartment, I pretended to need a little time to look elsewhere, but really I knew I was going to sign that dotted line posthaste.) After I unloaded all of my books onto it - and ALL of my books fit onto it, this is a new thing - I had very few boxes left. Now the rest of my apartment looks a little - empty. So, apparently all my wealth is sunk into books. If they were a valid currency, I'd be set.