Hello Diary,

So it's been four days now since I moved away from home and into this apartment. Most of the mess is gone, even though I certainly am a slow cleaner, sorter, and what have you. There hasn't really been any fast-acclimatization process starting, as there is when I go abroad, but instead I've mainly just been taking it slow and stayed indoors, trying to feel at home. I really liked the two cozy (well, in my opinion) basement rooms back at my parents' house, and I feel a bit sad thinking I'll never live there again.
Not that I don't like this place, of course. I guess it's just a matter of time, adjusting the blinds properly, and clearing out a little more space to pace around on.

So what are things like? Here's a breakdown:

The bright side of moving

-- There's a no-hassle, well-working 10mbit line, which is actually
    cheaper than the 0.5mbit ADSL I used to have.
-- The place is rather roomy for a one-man den: two fairly spacy
    rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a closet.
-- It came with a dishwasher, fortunately for me.
-- When you use a tap or the shower, warm water comes pretty
    much instantly, rather than after a minute of delay.
-- I now have the Discovery channel.
-- Somehow, it feels kind of nice to live in a house full of other
    people. Thoughts of chance-meetings in the stairs and
    strangers sleeping just a room below rather appeal to me.
-- It's kind of nice to get your mail right onto the hall carpet.
-- In the process of cleaning out my room, I stumbled over a lot
    of letters from long ago. It's not like I had forgotten about
    them, but I hadn't read them in a long time either.

On the other hand

-- I had to leave my cats behind.
-- And the drums as well.
-- The Internet wall-socket is awkwardly located close to the
    ceiling above a bookshelf, so now by default my computer is
    basically in front of the kitchen door.
-- I also liked the idea of stepping outside to get your mail.
-- There's an uncertainty factor as to how late and how loud you
    can play music.
-- There's a playground right outside my bedroom window, and a
    new load of kids seem to arrive bright and eager at 10am
    every day.
-- I'm not sure what's up with the phone number of this place.
    I'm averaging around three callers a day who obviously got the
    wrong number. Some I can actually communicate this to, while
    others just go on in Mandarin or Spanish, and then hang up
    after awhile. It can't really be due to the previous owners
    either, seeing as this place has been empty for quite some
    time.
    So, perhaps the neighbours have rather similar numbers and
    mistakes are easily made, or, perchance there's really a
    multitude of independent phone numbers leading to this place,
    so that it's got a higher-than-average chance of being called up
    at random. Kind of like multiply connected spaces, but
    regarding phonelines rather than spacetime. Exciting enough.