Here!

I am sitting in my new bed typing this entry. From here I can see the fridge and the door to the bathroom is open so I can see in there, kind of (it's still sort of dark.) Around the corner behind this wall is my "living room", which is a big table, a little table, and a couch.

The apartment is small (I was warned about this before I got here) and the pool is way the hell over in a different building. The cable doesn't work yet. There's no laundry stuff here.

I like the place. I think I would probably be fine with a cardboard box at this point and be fine. It's my place and I am paying for it, so I like it.

One thing about it; they have offered to paint one wall in the color of my choice. I think I'll pass it up. Why on Earth you would paint one wall one color and one wall another is beyond me.

Dad and Anna are still here; Dad is getting heebie jeebies about leaving me here on my own, no small thanks to the fact that I'll be 1,000 miles from home and rescue once they go.

I think he needs to relax and get going before he winds up sleeping on my couch forever, but that's my take on it.

Well, that's it for now. I have a table to move today, as I am entirely unhappy about its placement.

Ta,
Bec