I thought I should probably check in. It feels like it's been a while.
So, I'm finally moved into my new house with my amazing roommates. I've been here officially for four days. I feel as if it's been weeks-- in a good way. An excellent way.
Friday night one of my best friends in the world came to stay a night and help me unpack. She didn't leave until today. We did almost no unpacking. You should see my room. It's terrible.
Side note: I really wanted to be super organized and unpacked by the time school started (tomorrow). I failed miserably; most of my clothing is still in the bags and boxes it's been packed in for over a week, which are all sitting on my obviously chaotic bedroom floor. And you know what? I don't care. For the first time in a long time, my neurotic and anal-retentive self doesn't give a fuck.
I feel amazing.
I know it will get done in the next couple of days and I'm okay with that. I had a lot of errands I had to do and a lot of experiences I would have missed out on by being a fuddy-duddy at home with my clothes.
My bed is set up and beautiful. My furniture is all in the right places. I have my stereo hooked up and the rest of the house has been done forever. My roommates are amazing. And it's awesome to feel so comfortable and at-home in our space. I love it.
Today we took a road trip to San Francisco to see the opera in the park at Stern Grove. I have never been. It was FABULOUS.
The park was ridiculously beautiful, full of Eucalyptus trees and green grass, and the singers were beautiful people with beautiful voices.
Plus, we got to meet up with an old friend from our "high school" days (one day I should probably explain to you all how I spent high school) for some laughs and good food at Pizza Orgasmica.
All in all, I think I'm starting off my university experience perfectly.