A Case of the Mondays

I’m home on a Monday evening, curled up on the loveseat in my dimly-lit apartment next to the beautiful vase of flowers my aunt and uncle sent. I keep forgetting to buy light bulbs, which is why it’s so dim. That, and I like the dark, which is probably why I subliminally keep forgetting. But one day soon, there will be light. At least inside if not out.

One window is open just to keep the fresh air circulating. But tonight it’s actually a little bit cold, which is perfect. It means I can wear the fuzzy slippers, and fuzzy slippers are one of life’s simple pleasures. A chilly night with fuzzy slippers is sort of like driving the freeway in winter with the windows down and the heater on full blast. Magnificent, really. Please tell me you’ve done this at least once.

Outside, I can hear people moving furniture out of a van and up to the second floor. My floor. More new neighbors, and all I can think is that I hope they join my nerd group. How selfish I am. Love thy neighbor…if he joins your nerd group. Or something like that.

I’ve been here for a month and a half now, so I can hardly use the excuse that I’m new anymore. But I really am still kinda new. If a cop pulls me over, I’m definitely still new. Thankfully, there’s some big hold up with my acquiring of Washington plates. I feel like God is giving me a little more excusable time to adjust to Kirkland’s pace. Which is a very slow 35 mph.

Moving into an apartment building has been an adjustment. It’s hard going from a 4-bedroom, 2.5 bath, 2 car garage, giant garden, gated community, etc. to a tiny 1-bedroom with no balcony. It’s even worse doing all that with a dog. The poor boy is stuck in such a small space all day, and if I didn’t know any better, I might even guess he’s a little bit depressed about it.

Dust accumulates quickly here. I’m not sure why. But the floors and other surfaces are in dire need already of some serious cleaning. And the walls are still so bare, I don’t yet feel at home. I keep telling myself the walls will pull it all together. Maybe they will.

Maybe they will.

Beka Johnson
Beka Johnson

Beka is the Director of Inbound Marketing for a fintech company in the Seattle area. She loves dabbling, reading, scheming, writing, and dreaming up ways to make good things better. When she’s not working, you can find her digging up all sorts of adventures in her new city.

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