It’s Friday, and honestly, I’m pretty tired. I’ve been living in Kirkland for two weeks now, and ever since I moved I’ve been putting in overtime hours before the start of my regular workday. Perhaps it is NOT the smartest idea to take on an additional project at work that requires me to come in early the same week that I’m adjusting to a longer commute, but that’s me…never doing things the easy way. So I’ve been getting up at 4:30am to make it to work.
So yes, I’m tired, but I’m also blissfully happy in my new house. Amy has been awesome and completely understanding about my long hours at the office, and has done a ton of work to get the house unpacked and put together. It’s nice having a friendly face to come home to every night. Having a roommate has been pretty cool so far. We go shopping together, we got pedicures together when I got off work Monday night, and we hang out together. My kitties are adjusting well to living in the new place and soon we’ll be ready to add Amy’s golden retriever to the mix.
The last couple weeks in Washington have been extremely dry and cold, very unlike Washington in November! Temperatures have dropped to the twenties and thirties at night, and I’m very grateful to be able to park my car in a garage and not have to scrape ice off my windows in the mornings. Our house was built in the late 1960’s, so it DOES get a little chilly at night, but we have central heating (BIG step up from the electric baseboard heating in my old apartment!). I bought myself a heated mattress pad from Costco this week and now I’m nice and toasty all night long. It has 20 different heat settings. 20 settings of warms to choose from. I like having the options.
Next week I don’t have any overtime, and I’m only working two days. My boyfriend and I are headed to Fort Wayne to celebrate Thanksgiving with his family, and I’m super excited. I can’t wait to meet them and see his hometown. I can hardly believe it’s already almost Thanksgiving. The holiday season is here…and I still feel like we just started this year. 2015 will be here before I can remember to stop writing 2013 on my checks.
I look back to where I was at Thanksgiving last year, and where I am now…worlds apart. What a difference a year makes.