My First Apartment

I know you guys have been waiting to hear about my new living situation. It's been a real roller coaster of emotion and uncertainty so I haven't felt okay to post.

I got in to Fort Collins about 6:30 on the 16th. It was raining and everyone was acting like they didn't know how to drive. It's interesting; everyone will speed in snow but not know how to drive in the rain, and in St. Louis it was the other way around.
So I started checking in to the complex but with someone who doesn't normally check people in, so it wasn't until nine that I was fully checked in and I was basically told to figure out the papers myself.

The apartment itself wasn't what I imagined in my head. It's as if they wanted to give as much space as possible but compress it like tetris pieces; the whole things is more like an efficiency apartment. The living room is pretty neglected, containing matchstick furniture with cheap cushions. Other than that it's empty. My roommate keeps all of his stuff in his room, including TV.

Josh has been living here for four months. He was in the smaller bedroom (now mine) until his roommate left, then he switched to the larger room which is roughly twice as big and only thirty dollars more a month. He doesn't really cook but is healthy in the way he eats, though I think he forgets about his food since I had to throw out some moldy bread and sour milk. His facial hair is very sharp, sort of like a greaser or one of those old-time guys with curled mustaches. He wants to be a brewer even though his degree is in natural resources, and he has been working at one of the microbreweries. He seems to get free beer and he drinks a lot, the way I drink lots of water.

The building is two stories with living room and kitchen on the first floor and bedrooms and bathroom on the second. The bathroom is very compact like mine at home, but is a bland white with hospital lighting (the whole apartment has hospital lighting); it's not the sort of bathroom one would want to hang out in. Like I said, my room is the smaller one and I was hoping to be able to finally have a full size bed, but it took up almost half the room! There was no room for my bookcase or for me to access my closet so I had to switch it out for a twin. While it fits me, it kills my chances at cuddling or napping with someone which upsets me. There's a chance Josh will be moving in with his brother because he doesn't really like these college apartments, in which case I could probably take his room and get the full bed.

None of the buildings have AC and they aren't built to catch a breeze. Architecturally this is a very big no-no, you have to have one or the other. I'm not terribly disappointed, though, because I know most of the school year is basically like winter; but it's been a lot hotter and more humid than it should be so who knows.

Unpacking is going well. The bed has been switched and the internet will be reconnected to my room soon. It's difficult to grocery shop right now because I don't know exactly what I need on hand. I bought some boca burgers to hold me until I figure it out. I think Sunday will be my first cooking day with my appliances and I'll be making beetroot burgers! I rekindled relations with a lot of my friends from last year. Last night was a big drinking night and I never made it home, the smart thing to do. Tomorrow I may get together with a friend who has a lot of connections and see a music show and try some new stuff. I probably won't be getting home that night either.

I think that's all I can think of to write about for now. I think all of my emotional issues with how this apartment is stems from having a vision of coming to my furnished apartment and then the realization that I'll have to unpack overwhelms me. Also I've been spoiled my whole life in having lots of space to myself which I think is why I'm such a territorial person and have a hard time adapting to new smaller spaces.