This is a total and complete exaggeration. But still.
As Joe is in Roanoke for job training this week, my mom came up for a couple days to help me settle into the apartment. In those forty-eight hours, we have rearranged just about every piece of furniture, reorganized every possible thing, and somehow messed up the newly installed wi-fi and cable so that we can either watch TV or use the internet, but not both at the same time. Convenient? I think not. My solution to this is to watch netflix while on the internet, only I have watched all the uploaded episodes of Parks and Rec, so what am I supposed to watch? I am currently settling for No Strings Attached. Not very amused so far. Natalie Portman in footie pajamas?
I think we finally have the furniture how I want it to be, it feels nice and cozy. Not totally homey yet, but it will get there. I plan on doing a lot of baking in the next couple of days, which I am excited to do since I really didn’t do much in the kitchen this summer. I am excited to fill up the beautiful cake platter and dome that the lovely Jessie Chipps bought me as a wedding gift. Speaking of Jessie-kins, I realized today that this coming week will be one year since I arrived in Copenhagen. Holy cow. I can’t believe it has been so long. I really miss living in a city with such rich history, and even though everyone has rave reviews about Charlottesville, I am having a hard time getting really excited about it. I just don’t really like US history very much. I prefer the ancient stuff, and I miss walking to class every day on cobblestones that are older than our entire country.
On another nostalgic note, I miss Wofford. A lot. Changing my name on UVa records has be harder than changing my name on all other records combined. To say the registrar is inefficient is an extreme under-exaggeration. I can’t help but think that if I were still at Wofford, all I would have to do is drop into the registrar’s office, tell them I got married, and everything would be magically changed to my married name and they would send me congratulatory flowers. Or a t-shirt. Probably a t-shirt.
But let’s try to be optimistic. The fall here is going to be gorgeous. And I will figure out the whole big school thing soon enough. And I will learn how to stop getting lost since U-turns are illegal just about everywhere within the Virginia state line. And I am married to a really wonderful man, who I will surprise with a homemade citrus yellow cake on Friday.