The New Neighborhood

When I woke up this morning, I was stunned that I did not sleep past eight o’clock, when I suddenly realized, 7:30am is the old 8:30am.  So I did sleep in, and rightly so, after packing all morning yesterday, moving in the afternoon, taking a huge load of things to donate, a (somewhat) smaller load of clothes went to a friend, and finally returning to my old apartment to clean… getting back to my new place at 11pm.  At which point I had to find my bedding and eventually crawled into bed at almost one am.  Dear goodness, moving is tiring!

One last time; the view from the old apartment.

After checking my email, listening to my stomach rumble, and remembering the awful headache I endured all day yesterday after skipping my morning coffee, I decided it was necessary to check out my closest local coffee shop.  I set out for a short jaunt in the crisp morning air through the neighborhood.

For those with pets who like meat.

I passed our local pet food store, and continued up the street.


The shop was relatively empty when I entered, but by the time I left, every table was taken, and there was a line at the counter.


I looked up at the prices on the chalkboard in disbelief.  Coffee on the East side costs more than coffee on the West side…?  I was not at all prepared.  The fact that they did have a large slice of gluten-free pumpkin bread mollified my train of thought as I pulled off a piece of the crisp crust thinking… this is gluten-free?  This was just what I needed to get going on my room, and at least get partially unpacked before going to a late brunch with my roommate.

“Please do not disturb the roaster operator”

I walked back a different way, on quieter streets, and was immensely pleased with what I saw: an old man talking to his phone very loudly, a girl trying to find her car, countless beautiful craftsman homes, and trees with leaves of all shades of yellow, orange, red, and green.

My new friend, the neighborhood black cat.

It was a beautiful start to the day, made even more fantastic due to the hot latte I held in my hand as I strolled back home.  I can’t wait to go for my first run in this area!

I am very happy to have made this move.  Truthfully, I will miss my old apartment very dearly.  I regard it now as the place that I grew up.  I have learned so many lessons and begun to understand myself so much more since the first moment I lived in that apartment.  It is hard to let go of the sense of security that I think I feel peace holds for me, in my mind.  And yet, I feel totally at peace, happier that I have been in some time, living in this new space, and so thankful that everything has fallen into place.

with joy and peace,

… until tomorrow (I am participating in NaBloPoMo  – check it out!)