I'd gone too long without a home; apartments and dorm rooms aside, I knew that I was never sticking around those places for long, and while I'm sure to abandon this place at some point, in a few months for all I know, the important part is that I don't know when. Very satisfying.

It helps that this (my fourth) is easily the best apartment I've ever lived in. Windows, carpet, a huge closet, wireless high speed internet, my own secret backdoor to the parking lot... these simple things please me. Matt willing, in a few days I will have a real bed and this room will be complete.

It's fitting that this move should be accompanied by some corresponding change in my "professional" life: on Tuesday I have my first real editing assignment, and in a few weeks I should be "set free," editing 30+ hours a week instead of 5+ or 10+.

(From this computer, too; I should figure out how often I need to close my bedroom door to give Jenna at least the illusion that I leave this apartment.)

The living room needs a bigger couch, the walls are universally bare, but otherwise the apartment has prettymuch taken shape. I've got some stuff to pick up when I go back to B-town tomorrow, the stuff I was holding in reserve until I actually had a real place to live. Like I said: satisfying.