Aside from the fact that my new apartment doesn't have the Internet or cell phone reception, I love it. I have spent the last couple of days getting settled and breaking the bank on all of those little things that you don't know you're going to need 'til you move in: cling wrap, a salt and pepper shaker, a plunger.
For the next week I'll be cat sitting at my supervisor's house near Burlington, which will eliminate the 1.5 hour commute from Norwich. Tonight I'm going to dinner with Ten and her best friend and her best friend's mom. Meeting The Best Friend isn't giving me quite the same sweats that Meeting The Parents did. But I've recently switched deodorants, so who knows.
Things are going so well that it almost feels... creepy. My new place is great, I'm seeing my parents in two weeks, my best friend in six, Number Ten is the kindest, cutest, wisest girlfriend ever, and I'm excited about school and the future. Instead of feeling like something earthshattering is going to happen, it's time to enjoy this.