Adjusting to Davis
Steggie and I have been getting terrible gas mileage since we moved to Davis 2 weeks ago. (And by terrible, I mean ~41 mpg.) Of course, it doesn't matter since we live in Davis! In the past 2 weeks, I've driven about half as much as I used to when I "commuted" from Woodland. And even that is far more than I will be driving now that I'm really settled into Davis since I was driving to campus still (my parking permit didn't expire till June 30) and had to make quite a few trips back to Woodland to pack, clean, do the walk-through, etc.
It's so nice to be in Davis finally. I've wanted to move to Davis for the entire 4 years that I lived in Woodland, but didn't have strong enough motivation to. My house was nice enough, my roommate and I got along well enough, moving is work, and I didn't want to uproot the cats... But my roomate is moving to Seattle at the end of the summer and the landlord (her mom) is selling the house, so finally I got the impetus I needed to make the (12 mile) move. It's really terrible, but moving definitely brings out the worst in people. Understandably, everyone wants to make sure that they end up with all of their stuff, but the result is that everyone becomes very petty. I received some snarky notes from my (former) roommate asking me about a few things that I'd taken with me, which for some reason she thought were hers. I had very little common area and kitchen things. Combine that fact with my good memory, and you can be sure that I had a very good idea about what things were and were not mine. I'm not going to take something that's not mine. The biggest insult, however, was a request for me to pay for some glasses that were broken. Which would be entirely reasonable, except for the fact that she broke them. Whatever. All this bickering just makes me the gladder to be out of there, and probably guarantees that I won't miss anything about my former house (or housemate). And I'm so glad to be living in Davis. Now I live 1.7 miles from ballet! And I can bike to lab!
I had to bring my bike in to be serviced. That's the other reason that I was still driving to work. It hadn't been ridden in 4 years and had 2 flat tires. It was definitely not going to be going anywhere without a tune up! But I picked it up from the bike shop this afternoon and rode it home. It was my first bike ride in 4 years. Yeah, maybe I used to have those muscles... I think my bike needs a name. I really want to be able to say "Hi-ho, *bike name*, away!" My last bike didn't have a name, but it was super fun to say "Hi-ho, Schwinn, away!", so I didn't mind. Plus, that bike was evil, and didn't deserve a name. It was stolen from a minister's back yard, of all places. Best of luck to that thief! Serves him right to get an evil bike... But anyway, that was 7 years ago... I got this bike to replace the stolen Schwinn. It's blue, and not a Schwinn. Any ideas for a name?
Mitzi really loves living in Davis too. Actually, what I think she loves about it is the absense of Chester. So do I. I put up with that dog for 4 years, and now that I'm free of him I'd like to go on record saying that I hate him. For those of you who've never met him, he was the most neurotic dog ever. He was a beagle-terrier mix, and definitely was the worst of those two super-obnoxious breeds put together. Add to that the fact that he was spoiled rotten. Ugh. He was so territorial. I almost never had people over because he was such a pain. I'd try to schedule my parties for when he'd be out of town. Not only would he bark at visitors, but he'd flip out whenever anyone just walked past the house. And he'd always beg for food and for pets. Yep. Awful, awful dog. But now that we live in a happily dogless environment, Mitzi is much more relaxed. She feels comfortable roaming the whole house! She's not confined to my room anymore! Yay! I'm so happy for her. It really upset me to think how much worse her life must have gotten when she moved to California with me.
She still has Ozzie to deal with, but she's used to him and is pretty chill. He's been really obnoxious since the move, but that's because I was too worried to let him go explore outside (which he was frantic to do). After a few short, supervised excursions, I decided yesterday that he was ready. I was so afraid he wouldn't come back! I don't have the highest opinion of his intelligence, so I wasn't sure that he'd figure out which apartment was ours... But he was fine. He knew which window was right next to my bed, and yowled under it when he wanted to come back in, and everything worked out. I'm so glad. He's really annoying if he can't go outside. He's been screeching so much since moving here. Especially in the bathroom, for some reason. He just goes in there and cries and cries and cries at the top of his voice. I'm not sure, but I think maybe his reflection is a different cat here than in Woodland, and he's always been kind of angsty about the fact that his reflection won't play with him.
My new roommate and I get along well so far. We bonded the other weekend by making avocado gelato with my ice cream maker. It was awesome! Ozzie's still a sissy who won't have much to do with him (for the umpteenth time: yes, my new roommate is a he, and no, we are not going to hook up), but progress is being made.
And I guess that's about it. I have severed all my ties to Woodland. I no longer live there, and I redeemed my stamp cards at the drive through coffee shop and the Marble Slab ice cream parlour. The cats and I are all very happy with the move.
It's so nice to be in Davis finally. I've wanted to move to Davis for the entire 4 years that I lived in Woodland, but didn't have strong enough motivation to. My house was nice enough, my roommate and I got along well enough, moving is work, and I didn't want to uproot the cats... But my roomate is moving to Seattle at the end of the summer and the landlord (her mom) is selling the house, so finally I got the impetus I needed to make the (12 mile) move. It's really terrible, but moving definitely brings out the worst in people. Understandably, everyone wants to make sure that they end up with all of their stuff, but the result is that everyone becomes very petty. I received some snarky notes from my (former) roommate asking me about a few things that I'd taken with me, which for some reason she thought were hers. I had very little common area and kitchen things. Combine that fact with my good memory, and you can be sure that I had a very good idea about what things were and were not mine. I'm not going to take something that's not mine. The biggest insult, however, was a request for me to pay for some glasses that were broken. Which would be entirely reasonable, except for the fact that she broke them. Whatever. All this bickering just makes me the gladder to be out of there, and probably guarantees that I won't miss anything about my former house (or housemate). And I'm so glad to be living in Davis. Now I live 1.7 miles from ballet! And I can bike to lab!
I had to bring my bike in to be serviced. That's the other reason that I was still driving to work. It hadn't been ridden in 4 years and had 2 flat tires. It was definitely not going to be going anywhere without a tune up! But I picked it up from the bike shop this afternoon and rode it home. It was my first bike ride in 4 years. Yeah, maybe I used to have those muscles... I think my bike needs a name. I really want to be able to say "Hi-ho, *bike name*, away!" My last bike didn't have a name, but it was super fun to say "Hi-ho, Schwinn, away!", so I didn't mind. Plus, that bike was evil, and didn't deserve a name. It was stolen from a minister's back yard, of all places. Best of luck to that thief! Serves him right to get an evil bike... But anyway, that was 7 years ago... I got this bike to replace the stolen Schwinn. It's blue, and not a Schwinn. Any ideas for a name?
Mitzi really loves living in Davis too. Actually, what I think she loves about it is the absense of Chester. So do I. I put up with that dog for 4 years, and now that I'm free of him I'd like to go on record saying that I hate him. For those of you who've never met him, he was the most neurotic dog ever. He was a beagle-terrier mix, and definitely was the worst of those two super-obnoxious breeds put together. Add to that the fact that he was spoiled rotten. Ugh. He was so territorial. I almost never had people over because he was such a pain. I'd try to schedule my parties for when he'd be out of town. Not only would he bark at visitors, but he'd flip out whenever anyone just walked past the house. And he'd always beg for food and for pets. Yep. Awful, awful dog. But now that we live in a happily dogless environment, Mitzi is much more relaxed. She feels comfortable roaming the whole house! She's not confined to my room anymore! Yay! I'm so happy for her. It really upset me to think how much worse her life must have gotten when she moved to California with me.
She still has Ozzie to deal with, but she's used to him and is pretty chill. He's been really obnoxious since the move, but that's because I was too worried to let him go explore outside (which he was frantic to do). After a few short, supervised excursions, I decided yesterday that he was ready. I was so afraid he wouldn't come back! I don't have the highest opinion of his intelligence, so I wasn't sure that he'd figure out which apartment was ours... But he was fine. He knew which window was right next to my bed, and yowled under it when he wanted to come back in, and everything worked out. I'm so glad. He's really annoying if he can't go outside. He's been screeching so much since moving here. Especially in the bathroom, for some reason. He just goes in there and cries and cries and cries at the top of his voice. I'm not sure, but I think maybe his reflection is a different cat here than in Woodland, and he's always been kind of angsty about the fact that his reflection won't play with him.
My new roommate and I get along well so far. We bonded the other weekend by making avocado gelato with my ice cream maker. It was awesome! Ozzie's still a sissy who won't have much to do with him (for the umpteenth time: yes, my new roommate is a he, and no, we are not going to hook up), but progress is being made.
And I guess that's about it. I have severed all my ties to Woodland. I no longer live there, and I redeemed my stamp cards at the drive through coffee shop and the Marble Slab ice cream parlour. The cats and I are all very happy with the move.
posted by Meg at
3:21 PM
1 Comments:
EWW! You live with a BOY??? Um, my mom says I can't play with you anymore. You're DIRTY.
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Unspoken, at July 25, 2006 3:33 AM
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