The Goldfinch Has Landed

I AM FINALLY HERE!

I never thought this day would arrive, but here I am, sitting in my bedroom in the great state of Virginia blogging about being in Virginia. The trip down was mildly excruciating. Onslo's air conditioner broke down about 25 minutes into the journey. 14 hours, three mechanics and a diagnosis of a shot electrical board later, we arrived - sweaty, exhausted and disgruntled with a still busted AC. So, Onslo will have to go to the doctor tomorrow which will leave me car-less for the upcoming week. Not cool.

Poor sickly Onslo...

Now that I am here, I am getting used to the various establishments that seem to frequent Virginia. I mean, where is Shop Rite? And what do you mean the nearest Chase Bank is in WEST Virginia??? WHERE AM I????????? It is a different world down here. For starters, everybody is super polite and friendly and helpful. After four years in Jersey City I have grown accustomed to getting yelled at, honked at and potentially spit/vomited on at any given moment. Things of that nature do not seem to happen here. Also, there is NO traffic. Really. NONE. It is mind blowing.

My apartment is pretty sweet. My room is so wee, but in a way that makes it endearing. This is only because all of my furniture fit, which was touch and go for a very scary your-bed-is-NOT-going-to-fit-in-this-tiny-space moment. But it does and thus, I am pleased. Getting it all set the way I want it with all my knick knackery has helped make this place feel like home.

And finally...

The view from my bedroom window.

Another extremely important thing to note, if you ever decide to move to Virginia, is the cottage cheese. It is different. Very different. I mean, I love cottage cheese more than most people can probably understand, but any tasteless cottage cheese jokes you've ever heard are based on Virginia cottage cheese... one of the most disgusting things I have seen in a food container to date. That will take some adjusting.

So, I am settling in nicely, feeling things out. Tonight I am going to see Shakespeare-at-Winedale's performance of I Henry IV which is pretty exciting since I have a minor fictional character crush on Falstaff going on. Nothing to speak of, really. By this time next week I will have seen five shows and that makes my heart smile, all gappy toothed and dorktastic.

But now, it is time to shop for party(!) supplies for tomorrow night's housewarming fiesta hosted by yours truly + roomie aaaaaaand get ready for some sweet, sweet Falstaff lovin'.