The move-in process was hectic, but after a brief flurry of people and an excessive amount of double-parking my belongings were suddenly shoved into my little room. And so my unpacking adventure began. It continues to this very day.
The apartment itself is much nicer than I thought it would be (I will probably post pictures later) and the main room/kitchen has an open feel as well as lots of light. The evening itself was mostly uneventful...until bed time struck. The sheets that I brought were not large enough for my bed. The definition of uncomfortable: sleeping on a sheet of plastic encasing your mattress. The plastic sticks to your legs. It isn't fun. At all.
My mind feels completely dead right now but I haven't done anything much today except walk around Union Square with Stephanie and meet up with Conrad after he was done with work (rhyming is cool, I swear).
There is an ice cream truck outside and it is taking most of my will power to not run after it screaming like a child (which isn't necessarily out of the ordinary for me, but it's best if I avoid it in public, I think).
Stephanie is shopping online and keeps turning the screen to me and just saying "pretty" whenever she discovers a new sweater or something. Yes, yes it is pretty. Congratulations.
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