They all play the same songs

Hey! We found an apartment! We are almost not living like high school versions of ourselves anymore! I say "apartment" out of pure New York habit, but the truth is we are moving into a little house. It has a breakfast nook, two bedrooms, a lavender bathroom with a skylight, a basement with an extra room, a backyard and garage, and--people--a washer and dryer. For less than a studio in Park Slope. We don't move in until the 11th, but I am counting the days until I will have all my winter clothes back and can sleep in my own bed again. Of course, when I imagine our cute apartment I imagine with all the furniture that we actually don't have anymore. But I'm sure it will be perfectly homey with a solitary rocking chair and a bookshelf.

Another thing about living the suburban life is that I listen to a lot more radio. I listen almost exclusively while driving to or from work, so it is mostly drivetime shows. And let me tell you, I'm not sure whether it's the fact that I haven't listened to radio in so long that it's grown a forbiddenly tantalizing sheen, or if my tastes have just gone down the drain, but I cannot get enough of my morning shows. I think I was hooked the day I tuned in to find Whoopi Goldberg on with The Wiggles and Amy Sedaris. I mean...WHAT?? I later learned that The Wiggles are not always co-hosts, and most of the time the guests are lesser-known (to me) actors. But my morning self does not care. My morning self thinks Whoopi's thoughts on menopause are humorous, and likes to hear her warn people against spelling her name wrong when they try to get to her website.

Some items I cherished growing up that are still in my room:

A copy of Jonathan Livingston Seagull
A gold necklace adorned with tiny sculpted ceramic roses
An hourglass
My name carved out of wood (6th grade shop class)
A ceramic cat
A green, crushed velvet homecoming dress
Hexagonal mirrored candle holder