Welcome to my new room in San Francisco, California.
… And now I’m sitting here wondering what the fuck I should say.
Like, “Is it exactly what you were expecting?” Or, “Did you expect me to move into a mansion or something?” Or, “Isn’t my bed frame just hideous?!”
I have stories to tell you about that bed frame, but we won’t get into it because it’s like, whatever. It is what it is, and I’m here in a new city feeling somewhat ready to begin a new life in this area. And I really need to not approach things with a negative attitude and just suck it up.
Also, I feel like I’m typing super fucking loud, and like my roomies can hear me through the walls thinking, “Is there a machine gun going off in the next room?! DAMN! Bring the thunder!” Ha.
I’m used to being completely comfortable in my environment. Like, go take a crap if I want to take a crap, type excessively loud (because that’s how I type) if I want to type that way, turn up my TV if I want to play some video games, jump on my bed if I want to celebrate (not that I can jump on this bed because I feel like it’s gonna break if I step on it wrong, LOL) — this is totally different.
Not to mention that I can totally hear my roomie and his girlfriend talking to each other in the room next to mine. XD!!
… Not that I mind — just saying.
It’s different here.
Here are all of the boxes up against the side of my very long room. I surprisingly have quite a bit of space in here! Like, I can lay out my shoes and everything. *Gasp* Thank god we decided to get a Twin for my room, otherwise I’d have zero space at all. Thanks, San Francisco living.
Oh, and I have this crazy entertainment center furniture piece that I still have to assemble and put against that wall for my TV etc, so it’s going to look a bit more full than it does now with everything in boxes.
I look like a fucking rat or something, hoarding all of my clothes in bags. -_-”
I still need to bring up my furniture from Stockton (we couldn’t bring everything in one trip), so for now, I’ll have to deal with this.
But seriously, this closet is huge compared to what I was working with back home! There’s actually two racks in here, compared to the one in my tiny room over there. So now I can hang twice as many dresses and coats! BAHAHAHAHA!
Also, notice the hardwood flooring?
It is so. Freaking. Cold!
And I left my house slippers in Stockton, so I’m like, wandering around the house either barefoot or in furry boots! BLAH! I need to pick up another pair immediately. I also need a carpet for my floor. And uh, socks. And hangers for my closet. And hairties. And a mirror. And other things that I’m realizing I’ve probably left behind in Stockton.
And this is like, some little hiding spot behind my bed where I’m apparently going to be storing water bottles, snack food, etc for now. I’m actually not sure what I’m going to put back here. You can kind of see where I shoved a water bottle I’m working on between my mattress and bedframe. I still have to organize my room, build furniture, unpack stuff, etc.
My roomie was saying that my shit will probably stay in boxes for the first few months, and I’m thinking he’s probably right.
I’m not sure what I’m doing today.
Meeting up with a friend to do a few test runs and see if I can actually get to work on my own? Buying a lifetime pass to the Muni/Bart/Whatever (I don’t know what it’s called)? Uhhh, figuring out what there is to do in this city? Who the fuck knows, really.
I feel like I’m all moved in and there’s so much to do, but I just don’t know where to start or how to even go about it. And my roomies keep talking about all of these crazy things that there are to do in this town, and I just keep thinking, “Huh. Y’know, I think I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”
… But I wanna do it.
I wanna see what it’ll be like getting out there on my own and doing things for myself. I don’t want to have to rely on my parents as a crutch forever, y’know?
Oh, and for my first meal in the big city, I totally had a hot pocket. And it totally gave me the most horrible gas. :-D You all needed to hear that, I’m sure. It was fucking disgusting, but I can’t cook at all so I’m going to have to learn to get used to unhealthy food for a little bit here until I force myself to pick up a pan and learn how to … Uh … Make stuff. Yeah.
Day 1 in the big city.
Come at me, bro.
XOXO Cheri XOXO
PS! Do you want to see the rest of the house? O_o I’m not sure that there’s much to see other than a hallway, a living room, a restroom and a kitchen … And I’m also not sure what my roomies will think of me posting these pictures everywhere, so I probably have to run it by them first. Lol. Let me know.
Oh, and here’s something more for you guys:
I definitely woke up periodically in my sleep, unable to really get in more than thirty minutes at a time without having to shift in my bed, fluff my pillow, stare at my ceiling in the dark, etc. Terrible, I know. I don’t know what it is. The new mattress? The new environment? The fact that I don’t normally go to bed at 1am, and actually am very used to staying up till 9am?!
I don’t know.