New Migrant

Ok, so what had hap­pened was… It’s been over a month in the new house. I’m not feel­ing new any more, not really at work, and not in the half rou­tine at work. It’s get­ting bor­ing… like bor­ing enough for me to try to start find­ing things to do.

Last week­end my mis­sion was to get some more fur­ni­ture, to try to reduce the num­ber of things I have sit­ting on the floor in my house. I’m start­ing to won­der how many tables one per­son needs to make a house look nor­mal. Cof­fee table, end tables, bed side table, kitchen table, desk… how many flat sur­faces can on per­son really use? At least now the house is start­ing to have a feel­ing of per­ma­nence; to be hon­est it had been feel­ing like a strange hotel room for a while.

My new goal is to start to find things to get me out of the house after work. I’m join­ing a gym this week, so we’ll see how that goes. I really want to find a place to sit with a book/​laptop and coffee/​beer that isn’t Star­bucks. To be hon­est, I’m sur­prised that I actu­ally miss Octane in Atlanta. You can never get a table, and I hardly ever went, but if I could find a place like that in Stam­ford that had free beer tast­ings, I’d be so down. Any ideas on new things that get you out of your apartment/​house/​dorm/​box/​Sadam-​​style-​​spider-​​hole? Leave a comment!

Also, George Clin­ton is com­ing to town tomor­row. I never really thought of Con­necti­cut as funky.

PS… One of the big rea­sons posts have been so sparse is that it has been tak­ing me a while to come up with things to write about. So, if you have some­thing in par­tic­u­lar you want to hear about, be sure to leave a comment.