T-2

moved all the heavy stuff up to chilli yesterday. my new apartment is on the second floor. brian seemed very likely to push me down the stairs shortly after he and kevin had carried my treadmill up them.

exercise is essential. there's a lot of fried food in chillicothe and i don't want to become another heart attack in waiting.

the only thing that could improve my new digs is hardwood floors. i feel that they are there, lurking under the short pile industrial carpet, but i keep telling myself, it's only a year. i have ample windows in the front room that overlook the street, built-in bookshelves, and a fireplace. almost just like home.

i can't believe i am 30 years old and for the first time living somewhere other than cincinnati. hell, i've spent 25 of those years in the same zip code. in college i dreamed about moving to arizona or new mexico so i could hideout in the desert and climb the mountains and be all zen, like georgia o'keefe or d.h. lawrence. obviously didn't happen. most people move someplace like new york, chicago, san francisco. i'm downsizing. and i'm alright with that. while big cities are fabulous to visit, i don't know that i would be happy living in one. too impersonal, despite all the great food and art and activities.