I've finally finished moving. My stuff is all here, and mostly unpacked. We've stocked up on all the household things we need, except for a couch and a coffee table. I got myself a new desk. I type to you from it now. It's pretty. My room is huge. I have all my furniture in here and I could still fit an additional queen sized bed it the open floorspace I have. More than that even. My guitars can once again be out on guitar stands. Friday night was my first night sleeping here. Tomorrow will be my first greatly shortened commute.

Being in a new living space is fun. You look forward to going home, and you still look around seeing possibilities in your apartment rather than just what is there. Having this much space to play with is fun, too. I'm a weirdo when it comes to filling a room. I'll crowd everything all together and up against the wall, so I can have some wide-open space in the middle of the room. I just like it like that. We spent $365 at Ikea today. Well, my roommate did. He says he has no problem with spending money on stuff for the house. That's what I like to hear from a roommate. I feel less guilty, because I am providing a living room full of furniture, a microwave, TV, DVD player, stereo, surround system, chairs and tables, etc. I also found the place and made all the arrangements. I'll allow myself to not feel guilty allowing him to get a kitchen table, silverware, dishes, utensils, supplies, etc. We still need to figure out that whole couch/coffee table thing, but there's no rush.

I spent a large chunk of today thoroughly cleaning the old place. That's the part I hate. I love moving in, but I hate moving out. Originally, my other roommates from the old place were going to stay there, so I thought I'd just clean my room and the bathroom, and be off the hook for the rest of it. Alas, they also decided to move. Ironically, if they'd decided to move first, we'd have gladly kept the house we had been in, it just wasn't big enough for the four (soon to be 5) of us. I'd already pretty much finalized this place by the time they told me they were going to move, too, so there was no going back. Besides, I like this place, and am looking forward to short commutes. But for now, I'm exhausted. 3 days straight, and most of 2 weeks, of moving heavy stuff and cleaning, and driving, have taken a toll on me. I'll give some pics when we get the living room finished.