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So I moved. On Sunday. And unpacked, on Sunday. Then worked two 8 hour days at work and now I feel like I could sleep for a week. The new apartment is lovely and open and sunny. And freaking huge. I have one room that only has a lawn chair, a saucer chair and a cabinet in it because I have no other furniture with which to fill the space. The kitchen/dinning room looks empty to. But my mom and step-dad are bring me a table and chairs after dinner on Thursday. And the landlady has a couch we can have. Will probably put that in the main living room area and move the futon to the mostly empty room. Really need to get at least one more area rug to try and cut down on how much the place echos.

The front of the apartment has floor to ceiling windows that look out at a little park, and a busy intersection, but whatever.