cardboard box landscape

My process of settling into a new apartment has been poorly coordinated from the beginning. I had a hard time letting go of living in the townhouse I had just bought (^#&*#@^!!!) in Atlanta, and that folded out like a Jacob's Ladder into all sorts of problems choosing, renting and moving into my apartment in CA.

Nevertheless, I'm here now. It's been nearly a week since the movers (cursed be their name) delivered my worldly goods. And there are little pieces and parts of the apartment that almost sort of look like someone lives here. This corner, for instance, if you ignore the numerous empty, flattened moving cartons tucked behind my desk. I have to find out where I can take my household recycling, since the apartment complex doesn't handle recycling anything.

But for the most part, it's nothing but packed or partially unpacked boxes, as far as the eye can see. The ratio of boxes to civilized space will improve as I a. unpack and b. receive delivery of the new furniture pieces that are presently on order. At some point, though, I'm going to have to face the Bookcase Problem.

::sigh::

As another smart Southern woman once said, "I'll think about it tomorrah. Tomorrah is anothah day."