Dangerously Awesome?

1.7 miles. That's how far from my new residence the huge, just-opened-in-June Whole Foods is. It shares a complex with also-useful CVS and Home Depot, the latter of which I've already frequented to pick up a small saw. Apparently bed assembly sometimes requires a bit of construction fun time. (I had opted to use a board over a box spring; the board had opted to be just too big at one corner to fit the frame. It has since changed its ways.) In good news, Stop & Shop is even closer than Whole Foods. This certainly isn't New Orleans.

As you could guess, I've officially moved into my new apartment (house? something?). I share one half of a duplex with two housemates. We have a big, sunny kitchen, a backyard with a porch looking out over the corner of a pretty cove and across to a baseball field (yay for Little League games!), and a living room with a super-cushy couch. (I should know, as I'm sitting on it right now.) My room is wonderful, which is to say it easily fits both a bed and my erg. Here's a picture:

The desk belonged to my great-great-aunt Ruth. My mom, who wonderfully let me take it, also helped me hang the pictures on the wall. It took ages due to the nature of the frames, but we finally got them straight! All three prints are by Aboriginal artists living in central Australia.

In other fun unpacking news, one of the newspaper pages my parents used to wrap up my dishes for the kitchen (thank you!) was an article from the New York Times Book Review about one of my history professors at Brown whose class on the American Revolution I took in his final semester before retirement. The article talked about how amazing he is as a leader in the field. As I hadn't generally been skimming the pages as I unwrapped, this was a neat chance find. I do remember his encyclopedic knowledge on the Revolution - kind of cool.