It’s May. Have we all realized that? Has it sunk in yet? It’s fucking May. This year is flying. I’m exhausted. My life, age and activity level is all catching up with me. Kinda. I still have more energy than the average person.

I have decided that I enjoy living alone. I’ve gotten used to the reality that no one is going to debrief me about my day as soon as I get home. I guess that’s what group texts are for, thanks technology. I stayed in last night. I opened a bottle of wine, watched “Community” for 4 hours and purchased much-necessary furniture online. I’ve been living on an airbed for 1.5 months. I literally have to start this apartment from scratch, fortunately I’ve had 75% of what I call a kitchen for the past 2 weeks. A girls gotta eat. Priorities yo.

I still don’t have a full set of knives though. *AHEM* Why is no one taking the hint? I also need a toaster. Just sayin’.

This place feels like home and it doesn’t. Naturally my mind is comparing it to Brooklyn. It’s a tough act to follow. That’s unfair, give me a second, self. I don’t even have furniture yet. This place is completely lacking personality. That will be remedied soon. Real soon.

Exciting. Zero sarcasm too.