And then I had a home.

I officially have a home. My very own address. OMG, yay! I spent bits and pieces of the weekend hauling random belongings to my new apartment. I haven't done the "big move" yet (all my furniture, etc.), but I have a fully functioning and furnished bathroom, a ginormous air mattress, all my clothes and my Twilight calendar. Obviously. Priorities.

The neighborhood is interesting, and full of fantastic little restaurants and hidden bars. And hippies. But whatever, they're friendly. There's a bike path right behind the building that goes FOREVER, and I'm within walking distance of everything awesome.

I win.