The apartment

I finally moved into an apartment today. I now live in an area of town called "South End," which is known as the artsy section of Boston. I already found a place that has live jazz every night at 10pm that is literally a couple blocks from my place. My roommate is a tall, skinny, friendly Trinidadian who travels a lot. I've already relocated my life (the one that fits into just two suitcases and a guitar case) to my new place, but now I have to do the boring task of buying home-type stuff: Sheets, blankets, towels, food - you know, all the stuff that normal people already own.

I finally have a place to call "home." Now, if only I can make it feel like one..