I love my new apartment--so big, so bright, so airy. I've also met my next-door neighbor, an awesome 60-something (and his handsome, dramatically younger "friend").
My neighborhood smells beautiful. I don't know what's in bloom, but it's heady, heavenly, and intoxicating.
I really need a car. Walking half an hour to the supermarket (which I'd misremembered as being much closer), and then back, with groceries, in the heat, was not a good idea. On the other hand, my neighborhood IS generally quite walkable for one's daily errands and activities, so I won't have to drive most places. This is a relief, as a) I don't particularly like driving or being dependent on a car, and b) I really DO like walking. . . and I'd also prefer not to suddenly gain 10 pounds because I no longer do it!
I think I'm going to like it here.
[Regular, academic-style blogging to resume soon. Soon, I tell you!]