So, yesterday was a day of firsts!
It was my first “real” day as a Houston resident! Driving to work, I felt all giddy. I was driving my car on my way to my job in my new city. It was such a good feeling.
It was my first day without seeing Eric in the past month. That really threw me off. It’s not even that I minded; I’m self-obsessed enough to really enjoy my own company. But it was definitely different. Despite the crazy pace of the past month, my days actually did have a fair amount of structure, and I had gotten used to my nice routine involving him.
It was my first time moving alone. All of my moves over the past decade, from camp to college to the city, have involved my mom helping me. This was the first time I’ve ever done the actual moving alone. Carrying all my stuff up two flights of stairs in 100 degree heat was not ideal…but afterward, I was seriously so proud of myself! I wanted to put on Destiny’s Child “Independent Woman” and do a little dance around my room…except it was filled with boxes and I was too tired and sweaty to dance/locate my ipod.
It was my first dinner in my new apartment.
By the time I sat down to eat this, I was over it. Just over the day. I wasn’t tired or hungry. I was just over it. I was over all the errands I had to run to make it all happen and I was over the heat and I was over feeling unsettled and dirty and anxious. But I did like the food.
And then…it was my first night in my new bed!
(I did remember to buy a lamp…but I totally forgot to buy more pillows.)
The bed (the Leirvik from IKEA b-t-dubs) was the last thing to come together in my very long day, and it was the thing I wanted the most. When I move, the first thing I like to do is make my bed…not the last. But as of Monday morning, I still had no mattress. Not a good feeling when all you want to do is relax and call it a day. I had to go through so many steps to get that mattress from Ikea to my bedroom. But God bless my new roommate for offering to carry it up the two flights for me. I could not have been more grateful. As soon as my bed was made, I dove right in.
Today’s first was…my first real workout in a week. I am really sore from moving yesterday, but I knew I needed to do cardio first thing in an effort to set the tone for the week and the month. I need to come up with a plan for the rest of this month that basically involves me kicking my own ass in as many ways as possible.
And then after my workout I took my Magic Bullet for its first spin here in Houston.
Now I feel official.