Living in my very own house has changed me. Completely. For those of you who knew me in my pre-my-own-house stage, I was a messy person. Quite messy actually. I have morphed into my mother and sister upon stepping foot in the door and arranging all the furniture. I clean everyday. I do dishes at least twice a day. I make the bed every morning. I barely recognize my self after a wonderful cleaning session. What have I become? I used to make fun of my mom for over cleaning when company was going to come over, but when I found out yesterday afternoon that Kevin's friend might be coming over...at first I was upset that he didn't tell me earlier and give me enough time to clean well, then I spent all afternoon cleaning. Kitchen, bathroom, living room, mopping, vacuuming, dusting, the works. I felt great when I lit the candles and sat back on my couch with a clean, great-smelling apartment.
Who am I?
In other news...
I love it here!! I've been on the subway and the bus all by myself and I didn't get lost!!! I am very proud of my self. I went to Times Square and had a piece of cheescake from Junior's (the best). I even brought Kevin home a piece, I'm a great wife. I've cooked every night, except one when me and Kevin went out. I love walking to the grocery store in like 4 seconds instead of a 30 minute car ride. Everything I need is here where I live and takes barely any effort to walk to. It's awesome.
2 comments:
Aw, it's great to hear that it's going so well. Why doesn't he cook for you too, though?
YES, arguably my number one love about the city is that I don't need a car. I felt isolated at first but after a while you'll start to get snobby, like "well why would I want to leave the city anyway?"
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