tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14627755.post-17731832173406745722008-06-11T09:45:00.002-05:002008-06-11T09:51:40.533-05:00It's a necessary chore though not a fun one like cooking. They still haven't gotten me my washer/dryer (don't know when either but I'm not going to fret over it). So later I have to schlep a couple of loads over to the laundromat to get me through the weekend. If need be I'll just do a load or two on my days off till I get my own.<br /><br />I'm still hurting though I want to do so much in this place. I have to tell myself to do just a little at a time and take it easy. I don't recall feeling this happy about the last place I moved in. Of course that was the first time I was out on my own and I had absolutely no idea what to do (though I did discover the joys of not sharing a bathroom or having my leftovers raided). Also, the old place was right by the medical center so there were always helicopters going over, not to mention the sirens at all hours of the day and night. After a while I got used to it but here... it's quiet. And also, if I have neighbors I can't hear them. Which is a Godsend after the dumb elephant I lived below.<br /><br />Now I haven't met any of my new neighbors yet but then I'm terribly shy and also, I haven't seen anybody out. But mainly it's the shyness as introducing myself to someone scares the crap out of me sometimes. I can force myself to do it in a social situation but just walking up to someone and introducing myself... no.<br /><br />So it's off to do my laundry and some more unpacking.Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14395738979569634630noreply@blogger.com