hello. we meat again.
it’s been one week since i moved into my new apartment in Hollywood. still lacking a refrigerator and a proper place to hang my clothes, but i have procured a new microwave for $30 and some other minor additions for the kitchen and the bathroom. for some reason my bed feels more comfortable in my own place. not sure why. it’s still the same bed. also, due to the lack of refrigeration capabilities, i’ve had to make trips to the grocery store every night for my evening’s meal. although slightly annoying because it’s one more stop to make before going home after work, i really like it. this could just be because it’s sort of the romantic way of doing things. buy fresh. eat healthy. don’t buy more than you need (there’s no where to store it). but i also have loved my time cooking. i blame this on my grandmother. it’s also thrown me head first into life as an omnivore. my love for beans has proven gastrointestinally very problematic and tofu and other forms of protein were just not cutting it. so i’m back to a life of chicken breast and even some beef (gasp!) every now and then. honestly though, i feel much better spending my money on some meat than buying and eating a crapload of carbs and starch. breaking the hummus habit will be the next challenge.
another totally awesome thing about my new place is the extra space. i’ve been able to practice yoga twice this weekend in the comfort of my own “living room”. i’m not sure how much this will change as my interior decorating gets underway, but maybe i’ll make it a point to keep things mobile so it can continue.
goals for this next week include:
1) call the landlord and ask to have them bring me a fridge
2) stop buying hummus at the grocery store
3) make a trip to Ikea and buy some curtains & look at possible closet organization options
4) get back into the yoga habit
5) cancel my membership at the gym. who am i kidding? i haven’t gone 13 times a quarter in like 9 months.
6) keep writing!!!
until we meet again,
racheljean
welcome to your life.
well, actually, my life. my 25 year old “adult” life. out of Wisconsin for the past 2 years, 4 months, and 22 days. resident of Los Angeles (Hollywood to be exact). college educated with a degree in English literature. comfortable and semi-interesting corporate office job that i’m growing to hate a little more each day. i have health insurance! that’s a plus, but i don’t take advantage of it as much as i probably should. i hate going to the doctor. i’ve been getting better with the dentist though. proud owner of a black macbook but too poor to continue the protection plan so i hope to god nothing happens to this thing. i would cry. hard. moreso than i did when i realized i broke the lcd in the beautiful 32″ flat screen HD television my boss gave me when she relocated to Austin. that was a sad, defeated day. i’ve been carting it around ever since waiting for the day $700 falls in my lap so i can maybe fix it. maybe. the tv repairmen assured me “there are no guarantees with those things”. awesome.
so i just moved into my first studio apartment. up until now it’s been all dorms, shared houses, two bedroom apartments, and roommates. not that big of a deal i guess when you consider most of my classmates in suburban Wisconsin are buying houses, getting married, and having babies. however, it’s not 75 degrees there year around and catching a show by one of your favorite bands happens like, once a year. so you can see how i ended up here. i fit the profile. Los Angeles, the city of transient dreamers. in fact i’m dreaming right now: it’s June 1st. what kind of plan can i come up with to make rent next month? keep in mind, the rent for my modest studio apartment costs about as much as a mortgage back home in child-bearing Wisconsin. oh, the things we do to feel alive 
broke and kind of loving it (i’m sure that will change),
racheljean
over & out.
