Arlington VA is paradise.
I love my new apartment! On Monday morning I woke up very early after an exhausting week, and was not happy about it. Although I was a little happy because I was moving out of hell! I took my last sneezy shower and threw the rest of my stuff in my bags, and then my friend Sarah arrived with her savior of an SUV. Miraculously, I loaded my two large suitcases, one small suitcase, laptop bag, purse, and GIGANTIC TRUNK (with Sarah's help) in about five minutes. I also managed to check out without much confrontation, although one of the maids did see me and say, "ooo you're leaving?" with an undertone of "uh oh girl, you're busted". So we piled into the last tiny spaces in the car, and were on our way to Arlington, Virginia.
I was originally a little hesitant about living a ten minute drive from the theatre, but the more I thought about it, the crazier I realized I was being. No one in New York demands that they live a block from the theatre. That's ridiculous! Every show I've ever done there, I've had to take the subway to... and it could take an hour when you add the crosstown bus. Here I've got it much easier. My apartment is one block from the Ballston metro stop, and the ride from there to Foggy Bottom is ten minutes. Then at Foggy Bottom, I can walk to the Kennedy Center (15 mins.) or take a free Kennedy Center shuttle that takes about three minutes. Love it! The metro here is also really cool. The walls are all covered with cement in a honeycomb pattern, and there are always escalators, not stairs. It looks like you're waiting for some kind of space-age Disney ride! So far (knock on wood) I've had no problems, and I love the extra reading time I get to have.
The apartment itself is lovely. I'm in a doorman elevator building, that of course (here comes karma) is owned by the same company that recently bought my building in New York, raising the rent by a million percent. I've got a business center where I can print things, a gym, and a fabulous outdoor pool where I plan on laying out *but not tanning if management is reading this*. Right now I'm sitting on my fabulous balcony looking at the Ballston Commons Mall and the bright sign for Chevys, which is practically in my backyard. I've got a full one-bedroom apartment with a large bathroom. The bed has a gorgeous sleigh bed, and the couch is super-comfortable. It's adorable! There is also plenty of room for guests... hint, hint to all of my poor friends.
After we arrived on Monday, I spent most of the day unpacking, until I ventured out and found my favorite - Chipotle! After more unpacking, I took a nap on the big comfy couch. I woke up when my friends Anne and Emily called, inviting me to a BBQ! They're living in an adorable (if college-y) townhouse with a huge deck, so they bought a grill at Target and some meat and beer at Trader Joe's, and had some people over! We grilled out various sausages and veggie skewers, and then met up with another group of friends to see the John Cusak thriller 1408. I obviously cried (because it wouldn't be a movie without me crying) and was very scared. Pretty good overall! And then I hopped on the subway, catching the last train home to my little paradise.
Today I visited the local Harris Teeter, a heaven of a grocery store. The only problem was that I shopped before lunch, and so therefore bought a boatload of food. Then I had to carry it two blocks home. I only made it halfway through the store before I made myself stop, knowing I couldn't carry more than the seven bags that I bought. Anyway, the bottom line is that I loooove my new apartment, and I am rather growing fond of my nightly commute. It makes me feel kind of normal. Oh, and the only thing that keeps me from knowing this isn't paradise? Bug bites. That's the problem with sitting outside at night and having sweet blood!
I was originally a little hesitant about living a ten minute drive from the theatre, but the more I thought about it, the crazier I realized I was being. No one in New York demands that they live a block from the theatre. That's ridiculous! Every show I've ever done there, I've had to take the subway to... and it could take an hour when you add the crosstown bus. Here I've got it much easier. My apartment is one block from the Ballston metro stop, and the ride from there to Foggy Bottom is ten minutes. Then at Foggy Bottom, I can walk to the Kennedy Center (15 mins.) or take a free Kennedy Center shuttle that takes about three minutes. Love it! The metro here is also really cool. The walls are all covered with cement in a honeycomb pattern, and there are always escalators, not stairs. It looks like you're waiting for some kind of space-age Disney ride! So far (knock on wood) I've had no problems, and I love the extra reading time I get to have.
The apartment itself is lovely. I'm in a doorman elevator building, that of course (here comes karma) is owned by the same company that recently bought my building in New York, raising the rent by a million percent. I've got a business center where I can print things, a gym, and a fabulous outdoor pool where I plan on laying out *but not tanning if management is reading this*. Right now I'm sitting on my fabulous balcony looking at the Ballston Commons Mall and the bright sign for Chevys, which is practically in my backyard. I've got a full one-bedroom apartment with a large bathroom. The bed has a gorgeous sleigh bed, and the couch is super-comfortable. It's adorable! There is also plenty of room for guests... hint, hint to all of my poor friends.
After we arrived on Monday, I spent most of the day unpacking, until I ventured out and found my favorite - Chipotle! After more unpacking, I took a nap on the big comfy couch. I woke up when my friends Anne and Emily called, inviting me to a BBQ! They're living in an adorable (if college-y) townhouse with a huge deck, so they bought a grill at Target and some meat and beer at Trader Joe's, and had some people over! We grilled out various sausages and veggie skewers, and then met up with another group of friends to see the John Cusak thriller 1408. I obviously cried (because it wouldn't be a movie without me crying) and was very scared. Pretty good overall! And then I hopped on the subway, catching the last train home to my little paradise.
Today I visited the local Harris Teeter, a heaven of a grocery store. The only problem was that I shopped before lunch, and so therefore bought a boatload of food. Then I had to carry it two blocks home. I only made it halfway through the store before I made myself stop, knowing I couldn't carry more than the seven bags that I bought. Anyway, the bottom line is that I loooove my new apartment, and I am rather growing fond of my nightly commute. It makes me feel kind of normal. Oh, and the only thing that keeps me from knowing this isn't paradise? Bug bites. That's the problem with sitting outside at night and having sweet blood!
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