New Places, Old Faces

I am relocated!

At long last, I have arrived in Champaign to begin school and am still unpacking my apartment.  There are a few wibbly-wobblies about a roommate at the moment, so for the foreseeable future, I am in this luxurious two-bedroom apartment by myself.  My lovely boyfriend, Ben, found it a little over a month ago and while it has a definite eclectic feel, I quite like it.  I had not seen it before Tuesday, save for the few pictures online when I first found it, but the windows are plentiful and tall and the floors hardwood.

I will post pictures, I swear, once my desktop is back up and running.  I need to reacquire a desk for which to put it on.  My laptop, while stalwart and lovely still, is far too full to add more photos, hence the desktop.

This place, in the state of my birth, isn't entirely new.  I have visited quite a few times in the past six months and had seen the campus long before, many years ago before I started any adventure in higher education.  But as I brought load after load of furniture new and old, and box after box of renewed mystery from packing a month ago, I was hit with the realization that this adventure is full of entirely new experiences.  I know a scattering of people here, perhaps the same number I knew when I moved to Grand Rapids, but despite the small town nature of these conjoined cities, the school itself is much larger and far more prone to keeping familiar people hidden in the flood of humans that daily traverse campus for various learnings.

One friend from many years ago is in the same program I will begin next Monday, thank heavens for small blessings, and we are getting lunch today.  While it is strange to be in the new place by myself, I have to realize that I have yet to have a day where I am entirely without familiar faces.  My mother brought rugs and a bookshelf yesterday and we discovered a tasty and hole in the wall cafe across the street from and outrageously delicious looking bakery.  All within walking distance of my apartment.

When stress crosses my mind, I have decided to think of Cream and Flutter.  It remains an elusive tasting experience, but I look forward to it immensely.