Let’s face it – if you’ve moved before, you know it’s not all fun and games.
Fun fact: I’d never moved until I was 22. This is actually only my second move. And this time I’m not attending school, although I’m working in a school. Earlier today an assistant at the public library thought I was an incoming freshman at the local university.
Here’s hoping my students think I’m old enough to teach them.
There are two major grocery stores 3 blocks away. Three. blocks. away. Considering I grew up driving 10 minutes each way to the grocery store, and even when I was in Syracuse the closest Wegmans was 10 minutes away…that convenience really can’t be trumped.
Turns out my apartment – which I paid and signed a lease for sight unseen – is actually pretty nice! Third floor, sure, but that means I don’t have to hear the neighbors above me. And tonight I’ve discovered that it’s a great vantage point for staring out the big balcony doors and watching storms. Also, I have a lot of room. I even hung pictures today! It feels somewhat personal. 🙂
Kitchen. I have my own kitchen again. Don’t get me wrong: I love cooking with my mom. We’re a good team. The night before she and my dad left, we made homemade crab cakes. But it’s also fun having my own space again, and food processing up a storm! [I tried the version of the garbanzo bean dip made with soaked dates — delish.] I’m learning how to use an electric stove. Very strange…
Also? Seafood is local here. You can buy backfin crabmeat in the grocery store and it’s from the United States.
And also, the seafood restaurant that was on DDD that the boyfriend suggested we all go try? Mega delicious. Good find, that.
All the sports! Y’all know I like events of the athletic kind. Within not-too-far driving distance, there is an AHL team [that’s hockey], a AAA team who happen to be the farm team for my Orioles, a college-players baseball team, a football team [need to find out more about this? I’m skeptical] and honestly…who knows what else. I keep seeing things that look like stadiums.
My first Norfolk Tides game will be next weekend!
Bridges. Looooots of bridges. Also, tunnels. Also, a few bridge tunnels. I’m not entirely sure how I’ve been to Virginia Beach twice in my life and failed to notice the overwhelming presence of bridges, tunnels, and bridge tunnels, but… they’re everywhere. Yesterday I went adventuring. I stopped counting after 4. Then again, I also was headed for the HRBT [that’s the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel] and saw it had a six mile backup because a disabled vehicle was blocking both lanes. So I quick turned around at the last exit and headed for the MMBT [that’s Monitor-Merrimac Bridge Tunnel] and that was a fun, swift trip.
Weird fact: neither bridge tunnel is deep enough under the water for my radio signal to go out. As someone who grew up driving through mountains in Pennsylvania where you both held your breath as a contest and waited for the radio to turn to static, that was somewhat strange.
History is rich here. I had no idea, but apparently I’m living in one of the oldest parts of the country. [Don’t tell, but you coulda fooled me]. The Mariner’s Museum was a great find last week, and boyfriend/mom/dad and I spent hours upon hours traipsing through it and becoming very well versed. Until we nearly fell right off our feet because four hours in a museum will do that to ya.
Nonetheless, apparently there are even more museums! So rest assured, if anyone would like to visit, we can continue to adventure.
As for the Catholic front…well, if you missed the memo on that, you can catch up with my experience here. The quest shall continue to find a church in which Jesus resides that also has a tabernacle in the main sanctuary and a crucifix on the wall. At this point, kneelers are optional. [Insiders have informed me they’re hard to find in this area]. My knees are young enough to handle kneeling on carpet/tile, for now at least. And perhaps I’ll manage to get over my need for a visible crucifix… but not yet. I’m liking the idea of taking a tour of the area by visiting the many different Catholic parishes that exist! Seems like a good excuse to meet people and/or find new coffee spots. 🙂
Per the usual… For more Quick Takes, visit Jen at Conversion Diary!