Here I go again, on my own ...

Okay, so it's not "again." It's the first time. Well, the second time if you count the 10 months I lived with a roommate back when I was 23. (Yeah, that didn't work out well. I have a short fuse and she had a short supply of sanity. Seriously. She told my sister that a stuffed pig I had in my room OINKED at her one day when she was home alone. You'd question her sanity too!) Anyway, for the first time in my life I have my own apartment. It's slowly developing into something resembling a home. I actually refer to it as "home" although some part of me still thinks of my parents' apartment as "home," too. The cats have settled in and claimed the majority of the place for themselves, although they've left me some room (part of the bed, most of the kitchen, and the foyer).

My weight loss, on the other hand, crashed and burned. As did a significant portion of my schoolwork. I've regained at least 15 pounds (I'd lost 25), and I barely passed a class that should have been reasonably simple. But I knew that learning to live completely on my own wouldn't be easy. I can only deal with one major life change at a time, and something (or in this case, "things") were going to fall by the wayside.

Anyway, it's time to get refocused. I'm slowly getting used to having to drag my laundry to the (incredibly busy) local laundromat; I've adapted to the bathroom that, shockingly, is even tinier than my parents' bathroom; eventually, Verizon may even get around to activating my DSL and phone service. I like my neighborhood, and it's time to get to know it a little better. Before this year's New York summer humidity REALLY kicks in, it's time to get some walking down, some visits to the local farmer's market made.

If you live in Flatbush anywhere, maybe I'll see you there.