new in norfolk.

It's been about a month and I have gotten quite settled into my life here in Norfolk. Just as I felt during my short stays in London and the Poconos, moving always brings about a brief intermission, but soon enough you are settled down in the rhythm of life.

Wake up. Shower. Cereal. Stairs. Car. Desk. Desk. Desk. Lean Cuisine. Desk. Desk. Desk. Car. Stairs. Sneakers. Stairs. Pavement. Pavement. Stairs. Water. Balcony. Dinner. Book. Sink. Bed.

I've been quite deliberate about keeping my pace of life slow here. After hitting on 8 cylinders 24-hours a day my last few years of college, the workplace is really quite relaxing. Especially right now, as I am probably the youngest person at the Pilot by about 6 years, am still new to the place, and expectations seem to be low. I'll give them full throttle when they're ready.

My little life in Norfolk is mostly quiet -- except for a few exceptions when I find myself sharing too many drinks with my new friends.

I think it's nice to live alone.

When you live alone, every action you take can be completely selfish, and there is nobody there to object. You also sleep so soundly because when you are ready for bed, your little environment goes to bed too. The food is always exactly what you wanted -- though there are always leftovers, which can get a little annoying. The hair in the drain is always your own and there is nobody to bother you should you choose to watch some low-brow television show about Hollywood's Top 50 gorgeous men.

Bliss.

The only thing I don't like so far are the bills.

Booooo.