last night I spent my first night in my new apartment. moving was not nearly as bad as it could’ve been, but moving my stuff up three flights of stairs in 90F heat wasn’t the best way to spend my Saturday. this morning I got up and did my best to make breakfast. I had to boil the water for my french press in a frying pan…my toaster was broken so I had to toast my muffin in the pan and it got kind of burnt…I hadn’t unpacked my glasses yet so a mason jar was used for my pink lemonade…egg and cheese sandwiches aren’t so good without salt or pepper (on my shopping list for sure)…BUT I now have my own apartment all to myself and I couldn’t be happier. to freedom!