It's done. I've officially moved out and into my apartment in DC (although I write this sitting in my parent's house... explanation later). Saturday was the big day. I will spare you the gritty details, and simply outline the highlights of my moving weekend:
- Purchased my first TV. Got some advice from Dad, but it was my credit card that did the deed.
- Had some delicious food at Agora with the rents & boyfriend (BF) - Mediterranean + small plates = Emily in heaven
- Had some equally, if not more, delicious froyo two blocks from my house. Decided that this place is going to be bad for my budget...
- Purchased some tasty (but I think, overpriced) produce at the farmer's market.
- Listened to some free jazz near the apartment, and the BF got ogled by more men than I did. Gotta love Dupont...
So far I love the city. I love walking everywhere. I love the eclectic mix of people, and how there are people everywhere (great for one of my favorite activities, people watching). I love that everyone uses reusable shopping bags. Granted, I have only "lived" there for one (long) weekend. I say "lived," because, as I mentioned, I'm back at home. Turns out I am working long hours out in the burbs this week, so I made the executive decision to sleep at home to save gas, time, and my sanity (DC traffic gives me anxiety).
So one more week in the burbs. Then back to the people, and froyo, and free jazz, and vintage stores, and metro stops, and farmers markets, and blaring horns, and craziness that is DC, that is my new home.
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