“Is it bad that I bought a wine opener before I got knives???”

I need knives, but I have wine and a bottle opener. *Shrugs* I have a set of wine glasses too. Sometimes my priorities are all mixed up.

There’s baseball blasting from my TV, the commercials are local. I’m back in the proper time zone to appreciate West Coast sports again. It’s odd for me, maybe it’s different because I’m watching solo. It’s familiar, yet it’s completely brand new to me.

I’m trying to figure out if I enjoy living alone. Pro: I live in my underwear. I walk to the bathroom in my underwear. I eat dinner at my new kitchen table, in my underwear. Con: No one asks me about my day. I wouldn’t mind wearing pants if it means someone asks me about my day. Best Scenario: Having someone ask me about my day while just in underwear (or less). Winner, obviously.

It still hasn’t hit me that I moved into my own spot in the city. After experiencing a few major moves I’ve realized that it won’t hit me until I come up with a good routine and then begin to break it. All I want is to establish a good rhythm then when that’s set—purposely disrupt it. The doses of spontaneity is what makes me feel at home. If you understand that statement—you know me very well.

P.S. I’m accepting housewarming gifts, aka knives or wine… I’ll happily take wine. Wait no, I need knives. Wine too.