sophisticated lady

Oh Ella, how I love your tunes. Your voice echoes throughout me.

Yesterday was a difficult day. Moving was rough and I felt useless as my back has been really sore recently and I can't lift anything too heavy or bend over certain ways. But good friends came through and helped me a tonne. I don't know what I would have done without them or my family.

This morning I awoke in my new apartment to white stuff on the ground - SNOW! I wasn't expecting it at all. Luckily it didn't stick to the ground or roads.

My house is starting to come together. One picture is up on the walls and my books are in my bookcase, plus I've used my dishwasher 3 times in about 24 hours.
Moving from a house to an apartment is extremely challenging; everything you kept for those 'just in case' situations really needs to be tossed.

I was told the other day that someone thought I was a home-body. Am I really? I don't think so. I like going out, with friends, family, etc. However there are certain places where I do not enjoy going: bars where all you do is stand around and drink or go in the smoke room. I loathe smoking, it makes me ill and gives me headaches (plus it'll kill you) so I guess not liking certain places has meant that I am a homebody to some.
But perhaps I have changed in the past year. I realize it. I used to go out and see a lot of people that I rarely talk to now. Simply put, I don't like who I've become. I want to go back to having fun AND being responsible because I think we can have both, you just have to be conscious. But I refuse to go places that I do not feel comfortable.

Rules of existance (version 1):
-don't be afraid to ask questions, you never know what they may lead to
-do not give up the right to be happy

And we'll continue more later.