I finally moved into my new apartment today!!! Hooray! I can't believe it. Sure, the only furniture I have is a queen sized air mattress that barely fits in my room, but at least I have nice hardwood floors that I'm not afraid to walk on with my bare feet, and I no loner have to worry about the funk that wafts up the stairwell to sting my nostrils. It was pretty decent there for a first apartment, but this one definitely wins out, although my room is much smaller. I'll actually get to use the common space and the appliances aren't from 1950. Excited about that!
And I got to hang with one of my good friends from high school who graciously agreed to help me move! Nice guy, that one, that's why I keep him around. But it made me think about who my real friends are and why more of them weren't around to help out. Irene showed up, which is true Irene form as she is always looking out for her friends. She's a keeper too. But the others I have to wonder about. Most of them Manhattanites by birth, and it makes me think there is something in the water here that makes people think about friendship differently. If one of my friends was moving (which many of them have over the years) I would be right there to help if they asked me. In any case, one of my friendships was thrown into question by a complete lack of concern or interest in me or helping me....well more than that a selfishness that I have tried to deny for a long time. I have fun with this person and really like their friends so I'll probably keep 'em around, but it makes me wonder.
Anyway, I'm off to get ready for a big night out dancing til I can't dance no mo'! Holla at a playa lata!
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