So... I got here without incident, the weather is great, there's a grocery store just up the road, I have an awesome roommate, Target isn't too far away, I haven't gotten lost once, there's a great jogging neighborhood across the street, I have a great babysitting job for the cutest, friendliest nine-month-old ever, there's an Olympic-distance triathlon in the area in October, and my apartment? Is hands-down the BEST I've ever lived in. It's on the second floor, and it's CLEAN and furnished, with a balcony, wireless Internet, a dishwasher, a stove/microwave/toaster, and even a washer/dryer in the apartment - can I get a 'hoo-rah'?! And my room rocks - for the first time ever in my life, I have my own bathroom! Complete with bathtub! There's also a walk-in closet, a fancy office-style desk chair, a big mirror, a desk with a hutch and keyboard tray, bulletin boards, a high bed, and a big window. And (this will make my grandfather happy), except for the door, the apartment itself is entirely freestanding. Meaning that even though my window faces the landing, there's a good eight feet of empty space between it and the railing. Meaning nobody can climb in my window in the middle of the night, short of crawling up the wall like a spider. Really, the only things I can legitimately complain about are the lack of a TV and that godawful-ugly gold lamp on the bedside table.

...How long is the 'honeymoon period' supposed to last, anyway?