Friday, January 21, 2011

Welcome to Michiana

It's been a little while since I posted. The holidays and the move to Michigan took the spot light over the past two months. So here's a recap:

I moved to Michiana! Southwest Michigan and all it's snowy, tundra-like glory. It snows almost every day and it's definitely more windy here than in Chicagoland. The wind picks up velocity as it whizzes over Lake Michigan and it hits St. Joe like a speeding freight train. Sometimes just the thought of going outside is miserable. I don't know how people work outside in this weather.

The people are nice. That's a plus. I'm pretty sure the only reason I haven't met most of my neighbors is because of my half naked lady picture hanging in the front window and I don't have any window treatments yet. They probably all think I'm a lesbian. I should also mention that I'm living in the Bible belt of the Midwest and also the retirement capitol, right behind Branson, Missouri. I don't care if they don't like it. Klimt is my hero.

I joined a book club. "Not Your Mother's Book Club" is a group for 20s & 30s-somethings who meet twice a month to talk about a book or article at local drinking establishments. So while I may not be a motivated reader, it puts me with people in my age group which is nice. I've managed to meet a handful of very nice people who I could see myself becoming friends with.

The house I'm renting is cute. Each day it becomes more and more like home. Besides the broken garage door, the originally leaking sink, my makeshift shower in the main floor bath, and the blistering hardwood floors in the living room, this place is divine. Haha - JK. This place actually is very nice. I wish I had a house like this in IL.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Packing Always Sounds the Same

At every major intersection of my life the same background music plays. As I packed up my bedroom for college, Tom Petty's "Time to Move On" was playing on my boombox. The same song appeared when I was packing up my college apartment, during my move to Arlington Heights, and then again when I moved into my condo two and a half years ago. It's only fitting that it's playing right now as I write this blog entry and sit amid the mounds of boxes and scattered bits of "stuff" that I can't find a good box for. I guess it's my way of having a constant during times of change.

Here's the opening verse of the song:

It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It's time to move on, it's time to get going