Movin' On Up

The hardwood floor is new. And shiny. The living room walls are pale yellow. There is a large - OVERSIZED - couch against the wall and across from the fireplace. It is red and soft and I am sinking into it.

The stove is new. The oven clean. The microwave, of all things, capable of successfully microwaving food. And the countertops, which are made of granite, actually look clean when you wipe them down. Not that they need to be wiped. Like the cabinets, which don't even need to be lined, everything is NEW. And clean!

Oh, and did I mention there is a dishwasher? And a garbage disposal?

The closet is huge, too. No, not that closet, the other one. No, no, no... The OTHER other closet. Well, I guess they are ALL gigantic. Maybe I should rent one out?

Hell no! They're mine-mine-mine!

OK, except that one in my roommate's bedroom.

And speaking of bedrooms, I think my bedroom - which has a WALK IN CLOSET and its very own bathroom - is bigger than my entire first apartment in Washington, DC! Oh, it makes me happy. The sage green walls are soothing. The racks of wooden hangers energizing. The shelves and shelves of organization so, so satisfying.

I think I shall call my new apartment, HEAVEN.

Have no fear, sinners. HEAVEN is only a mere eight and a half blocks from the old place! (I think I will start to dub the old apartment Purgatory...)

And although I'm no longer at the top of the hill, and although The Gulch is not quite the East Side, I am certainly movin' on up!