It's true. I have no idea what my actual address is, and until a few days ago I didn't even know what town I live in.
If I haven't been clear about this on my blog, here it is: Keith and I aren't living together. His parents are very generously and graciously allowing me to live in the house they have about 10 minutes away from Keith. So really, it's the best of both worlds. I still get to technically live alone, but when my boyfriend is home from work I get to hang out with him and watch TV and stuff. And FYI, "and stuff" means watch TV. We have like forty-seven billion shows that we're watching right now ... some that are on currently and some that we are trying to catch up on, like Amazing Race from 2013 and Survivor from this past spring. And some are brand new shows that we haven't gotten around to watching yet, like Gotham.
But anyway, back to the address. Here in the mountains, mail doesn't get delivered to homes, it gets delivered to PO boxes. I'm using Keith's PO box for all my mailing needs because his parents don't have a PO box and I don't feel like going through the hassle of getting my own. So I know my mailing address but if you were to ask me my address of residence I'd be like ... deer in the headlights. I don't think it really matters though ... at least not yet. I'm sure it will when people want to come visit and I'm like, "Uh, just drive around and look for the green house with the awesome deck."
Isn't it fun reading all this stuff about my address? You're welcome. Since I'm already on a roll I'll just go ahead and share with you some bits and pieces of what my life has been like for the past week and a half.
// I still like this guy. Weird, right? Especially considering the SF Giants are currently playing (and leading) in the World Series. It's pretty painful and the mimosas I've consumed have slightly helped ease the blow to my ego but all the orange and black still hurts my eyes.
// My days have pretty much been filled with organizing and job hunting. When I moved here, Keith and I just dumped all of my boxes into his spare room because I didn't feel like figuring out what to keep at his house and what to take to his parents' house. But now that I've had nothing but time to watch Gilmore Girls on Netflix organize and stuff, I've had to go through boxes and figure out what I can store in the extra closets at Keith's and what I'll need on a daily basis. And then there are things like my vegetable steamer and coffee creamer, that I know I'll need to use on a daily basis but I'm not sure if I want to use them at my house or at Keith's. For now, they're both at Keith's because that's where the cable and internet is.
// Did you know that when you spend all week watching Netflix and adjusting to living in a new place you get really really tired? I figured that out over the weekend when Keith found me cuddling and sleeping with his beagle, Clementine. Can we also please pay attention to what a good blogger boyfriend he is for taking this picture without even being asked? THIS IS CALLED CANDID.
// Last week, on Tuesday I think, I decided to make a trip to the grocery store. You need to understand, there's a grocery store just down the street from Keith, and then there's a Stater Bros like 15 minutes away. The grocery store close to Keith jacks up the prices on things because it's not a chain, and Stater Bros has normal prices. Like, based on this close grocery store I feel like I understand what Faith and the other Canadians are complaining about when they say that Canada has such high prices on alcohol. Faith, maybe this grocery store is Canadian! If it is, I feel sorry for you.
Anyway, I decided I was going to take some back roads to Stater Bros so I just went on my merry way listening to Lady Antebellum 747 and didn't get nervous until I saw signs for "North Bay" and a "museum" and I have never seen these signs before EVER. SO I did the most reasonable thing: I kept my GPS off and I just kept on driving. Here was my reasoning: up in the mountains ALLLLLLL of the roads are winding and it's really hard for a FLATLANDER like me to recognize the roads, so I just stupidly figured I would eventually get where I needed to be. And I did ... after I had turned on my GPS. If I hadn't done that I have no idea how long I would have traipsed all over the mountains. But when I finally got to my destination this is what I saw and that helped my freakout session lessen.
// Sometimes when you have blogs posts to pen and boxes to organize you end up just drinking a mimosa and staring at the forward facing camera on your iPhone 4s.
// I've been spending some quality time with Keith's dogs: Nostril and Clementine. You read me right, the golden retriever is named Nostril. Keith is aware that his future naming privileges have been revoked and he thinks I'm joking but I swear I'm not.
// I finally found some radio stations to listen to in the car.
// I seriously LOVE it here. Like SO MUCH.
That's all for now because I have to go switch my laundry.