I am probably right up there as one of the most difficult people to deal with when it comes to me adjusting to new situations. So, it should come as no surprise to those of you following along in my daily sagas that this past weekend was rough. In the end, I am basically moved in to the delightful apartment in historic Laurel; however, along the way there were many tears and much drama.
All of that aside, I must say that Laurel is so much easier for me to navigate than any other place I have been out here thus far. Streets are well-marked, and strip malls abound along Routes 1 and 198. I can easily run to Target or Lowes or Chipotle or whatever. There are some nice local restaurants - two of which I have frequented - and consignment shops with neat furniture. A branch of the local libary is an short walk from here.
What have I told you about the apartment building? The girl directly upstairs from me is a substitue teacher at my cousin Paul's school. Small world! And, a young couple in the building is growing tomatoes and other plants in the back/side yard area. We have a picnic table, grills, recycling, and paintings on the walls in the hallway. It's not a new facility, but the community environment is nice. Several tenants have introduced themselves to me in our gravel parking lot or in the hallway. There are only eight units, so you see the same faces regularly. And, they're usually smiling.
I still need to purchase more furniture (I'd like a kitchen table for sure), and unpacking will be a huge task. I'm slowly progressing. It feels good to be home, though.
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