Beginning. Middle. Or End?

In one week I have managed to: arrive in New York from Thanksgiving break, pack for my Big Move, Move-in to new house, work 34 hours at the bookstore, get an interview for ANOTHER internship, forget and then remember Marie's Birthday Day, and sleep. How I love to sleep.

I don't know how I made it. Even though it is Sunday I feel like I have come to the end of a very long week. There are no breaks in sight (except for Thursday which I will take advantage of) but this is my life.

I am enjoying my room more and more each day. I desperately need to personalize it. My friend at work is framing some Kurt Halsey prints for me, and because the room comes with built in shelves ,I am looking for a floor rug to buy instead of a bookshelf.

Right now the big item on my list of things to get is a microwave. Though I have full reign of the house I would prefer to have a microwave in my room. This will stop me from running downstairs every 5 minutes to warm up my hot chocolate. Apparently microwaves cost a billion dollars, and after paying rent (how adult of me) and not getting paid this week because I didn't work last week...I do not have the money for a microwave until Friday. I have been eating peanut butter and jelly for the last 3 days because everything else involves the use of a microwave.

Luckily McAbs (who I haven't spoken to in a while) said he would get me a microwave of my own Tuesday. Things have been weird between us since I put him on a pedestal. I have tried to distance myself from him as to not fuck things up between us. But I like McAbs. And not just because he has a cute face and nice arms, which are aspects of him that are nice to look at. But he's a fun guy to talk to, we joke around and I do want to be friends with him.

So today I saw him walking down the aisle and I called his name and like that we were back to our usual joking back and forth thing. I am always hungry and I mentioned that I was eating 'peanut butter and jelly' because I didn't have a microwave to use in my room. He then said "you need a a microwave" "Yes" "I'll get you a microwave" "Really?" "If you need one. Yeah".

So yeah, I may not be madly deeply in like with him anymore but damn it I'M GETTING A MICROWAVE. I love this kid (in a platonic non sexual way!). He is either bringing it to my place or I will go an pick it up from work after my interview on Tuesday.

I just got back to New York and things seem to be....going into motion. At the moment I don't know if I am coming or going, at the beginning or at the end, but it feels productive. I feel productive.