This weekend my roommate moved to her new apartment. I, however, am stuck in the old one for two more weeks. To say that it feels odd to be in a half-empty apartment is an understatement: it’s actually really difficult! Aside from the lack of material comforts (couch is gone; most dishes are gone), there is a tremendously sad sense of abandonment that manifests itself like a whisper blowing through the empty spaces: she is not coming back. The excitement of having my own place to decorate just as I like has been dampened somewhat by the reality of my joblessness. For the first time, I am starting to be quite nervous. I mean, I know I won’t starve, but I can’t help worrying that if I don’t get a job really soon (like, now), I won’t have the resources to do some things I’d been planning to do this fall. *Le sigh*
On a brighter note, I discovered my apartment complex’s study hall, which has free wifi. This is a lifesaver since the internet has been transferred to my former roommate’s new apartment and I won’t be subscribing to anything until I get to my new apartment. Today the study hall has been my office: I came in the morning and researched some companies. Then I went home and had lunch. After lunch I came back and sent out some resumes and cover letters. Being here rather than in the apartment has really helped me focus.