First Week

So comes the end of my first week in my very own apartment. It's been pretty stressful, I cried a whole bunch of times, but it's ending on a good note. All of our furniture has been assembled. We now have the following dining room set:

And i can proudly say that I am responsible for assembling those chairs all by myself (well except the drilling the seat cushion part.)
We also have this lovely Queen Ikea bed:

I have always had trouble falling asleep when I'm not alone in my bed. I know by now I should be used to it, but at home I had a full (as opposed to Queen) bed, and it wasn't big enough for two people as far as I am concerned. But a Queen bed is the perfectly sized bed for two. It gives you space enough to separate and get comfortable and throw your hands and feet wherever you want them, but then you can also be close if the need arises. Perfect arrangement!

Tonight I made a very well balanced dinner. I am so proud of myself. We had tilapia (which I marinated in a mix of olive oil, lemon juice, spices, and dill and then baked in the oven) with roasted potatoes, sugar snap peas, and salad. I think I had my basic food groups covered. I am thinking that maybe I can handle this cooking thing. It's not that bad.

I am walking around so much that I wonder if I even should bother joining a gym and paying the gym membership. Just walking to the gym and back alone will take me half an hour - a workout in and of itself. I walk around 15 minutes to the train station, 5 minutes from the train station to the school. That added to all the other walking that I do in the middle probably comes up to around an hour of walking per day. Today, for instance, I decided that I just must get rid of all the furniture boxes laying all around the apartment. It took me four different trips to the dumpster/recycling area just to accomplish this. I haven't walked this much in years. But even though I keep telling myself that this is good for me, I honestly would rather get a workout when I plan to instead of because my lifestyle is forcing me to. And so I am pretty ok with the fact that Vadim decided to buy a Honda Accord Coupe in a few months, so that I can have my car back. Then I can drive to the gym. No more of this walking nonsense.

I am probably being ridiculous. Just the other day I saw this thing on TV about why French women are so thin. And supposedly it's not because they work out, in fact they hate working out and generally look down upon sports. Instead they walk everywhere and eat everything fattening (like bagettes and cheeses) in moderation. So theoretically I should keep walking and forget the gym. But I am just not french enough.

I'm glad it's the weekend.