Mood:
sillyNow Playing: My Sacrifice
Finally, most of my stuff has made the pilgrimage from my old apartment to the new one. It's been a parade of boxes for the last week as I've been trying to stick to my studying schedule while pretending to move at the same time. Very busy. So now that I actually have a desk and my computer at my new apartment and our cable and internet have been connected, you should expect to hear from me at least once a week, hopefully a bit more often.
Our apartment is really great. It's quiet and secluded and no one bothers us. It's spacious and was rennovated fairly recently. I can't complain. Plus, T* lives with me now. :-D Can't get much better than that.
My birthday was last week in the midst of our move. I don't like to make a big deal about my birthday. It's just another day to me so if everyone were to forget it I certainly wouldn't remind them and wouldn't complain, but I got calls from all the fam. It was actually very nice really. T* got me a whole bunch of girly stuff including a razor (venus something I think) and some shaving gel which had me a bit puzzled. "You need to stop shaving your legs with that boy's razor, you'll get a much closer shave this way." Silly me, thinking all razors were created equally. So even though I was having a very nice birthday, at some point estrogen had to take over and prove who's in charge. Having just moved I'm still getting used to the strange parking schedules on our street and failed to move my car in time so when T* came back with the mail she brought a parking ticket for me. That turned on the tears before I even realized it. I started laughing with tears still running down my face and apologized to T* for how silly I was being. Sometimes there's nothing I can do. Estrogen is a powerful drug.
This last week has been really great. No roommates bothering us, no annoying neighbors, no distractions, no classes. I study all morning and afternoon and spend my evenings with T* when she gets home. Perfect if you ask me. We've watched a lot more tv recently than we used to (maybe because we were deprived during our move) and somehow we ended up watching Maid in Manhattan last night. About halfway through the movie (which by the way was better than I expected) T* started laughing and said, "You're so cute, you really love chick flicks." I started to deny it and then realized she was right so instead I started turning red in the face. LOL Not sure how that one happened. Did I like them before and just pretend I didn't or is this some new manifestation of my transition? Another mystery of being trans :-P
Still so much studying to do. 1000s of pages to review so I suppose I should end this here. I'll update more frequently now that the largest part of our move is behind us. I'll catch up to my email tomorrow (time permitting). Thanks to everyone who stops by and takes an interest in what I'm doing or sends me an email with encouraging words. You've made all the effort I've put into this website worthwhile.
:-)