Three weeks have come and gone. What happened? Well, for starters, I had to pack up all of my belongings, throw them into a U-Haul truck, almost died twice, and unload them in Saint Paul, which is an ongoing effort that has taken about a week.
The nonstop movement started in late April, and has finally come to a close. Not much has happened before my move; I packed up my cubicle items, my good friend who got me my current job took me out for dinner as a nice way of saying goodbye, and my brother and my dad helped me move my stuff.
My friend at work took me to the Pizza Ranch in Verona, Wisconsin because I thought it'd be funny. It was hilarious, the pizza was mid, the chicken was good, and I ate a ton of it. I burned the hell out of myself on a smoking hot dessert pizza. I'm not opposed to eating alone; the guy who sits next to me at work says he never eats out because he has nobody to go with. I think it's my own business if I'm going to Olive Garden or Prost or Ali Baba's King of Gyros all by myself. I make two exceptions: buffets, and Chuck E. Cheese. For some reason, the concept of sitting at a buffet alone, eating enough for a family of four, makes me feel sad inside, to the point where I predict it to be one of the most depressing things I can do. Chuck E. Cheese I don't feel the same about, I just don't want people to think I'm a pedo.
Packing everything went fine. Moving is a lot like dying in the sense that everyone wants to say goodbye. Multiple people shook my hand before they left, I shook everyone else's before I left, it honestly made me feel appreciated and valuable.
Unpacking has been slow. It took me about a week to get everything put in the correct rooms, but now I'm on the fun part: hanging everything up. I'm probably gonna hang my diploma up above the television so I can flex on people. Although on paper this apartment has the same square footage as the one I had in Madison, it honestly feels a bit bigger, though I need to work on how I have the kitchen laid out. Hopefully there will be a house tour video sometime soon.
I did take a break from packing today though to enjoy a bike ride. The Mississippi River runs three blocks from my apartment, and the city of Saint Paul has a very nice set of bike trails to entertain myself with, and it honestly felt better than it has in a while to ride my bike. Maybe it's because my asthma is actually being treated, maybe it's because I was cooped up for two weeks, it just felt nice.
One other thing... I was at the doctor's office for a lump on my left ear, when I was offered anti-depressants based on my depression test score. I'm wondering if I'm actually this bad. I think I'm going to see a shrink first and make sure my anxiety isn't interfering with anything that could lead to a depression diagnosis. I know something is messed up, but I don't want to take drugs if I don't have to.
I'll be back next week... there's a furbowl going on in Minnesota, and I want to whoop ass.