He tried to steal my blender!

Oy vey... Maybe I should write a book on the trials and tribulations - and un-fun adventures - of living with a psycho.

I'm down to less than a week living in my current apartment and CANNOT WAIT to get out. Roommate number 2 moved out last Friday, so its just been me and the Psycho packing up. The apartment is a colossal mess right now - boxes everywhere and a resulting layer of dust on the floor since most of the furniture is now gone.

I walked in the kitchen the other day to make my last meal in the apartment. (Nothing to worry about regarding my eating habits - I'll be eating out the next few days.) Psycho has a box of the few kitchen items he owns on the counter, and I happen to notice my cutting board sticking out of it. He tried to steal my cutting board. I grab that, of course, and in doing so, it moves the handy towel he has COVERING MY BLENDER! In his box of stuff! He was going to abscond with my blender! A good one at that - glass and 20 different mixing speeds!

I have taken control of that situation (ie, taken and hid the blender), but I wonder how much more he has already taken and what more he will attempt to take. I tried to pack up all the kitchen stuff I could and move it into the new place (I got my keys yesterday!), but I'm still feeling very suspicious. All my boxes are in Roommate #2's old room, and I even wrote down the number of items in there so I could count and make sure nothing was missing. This is so crazy.....

Arrived.

I've arrived. I'm in Manhattan now, supposedly for good. Or as long as "for good" means for me, which could only be construed to be anything over 6 months with my history.

The good news is that I LOVE my apartment. I have a temporary furnished apartment for the time being, which is 2 blocks from Union Square - a really great area to be in the city. I'm a few train stops from my office, and in the middle of everything: a block to the movie theater, mall, walgreens, starbucks, the subway stop, etc etc etc.

The apartment itself is a 1 bedroom place PLUS a loft area, so I have room for visitors. :) Who wants to visit!? And I have a dishwasher, elevator, and a doorman! These are things not often found together in a NYC apartment for less than the price of your soul. I only had to shell out 1/2 my soul for this beauty!

The bad news is that this has been an unbelievably hard week. Like you wouldn't believe. I've spent the last few days visiting clients (which, actually can be classified as a "good news" item), but in the process, my work and email have built up. Ugh. And I miss California. And those that have been close to me. And my apartment. And the beach. And the lack of humidity. And the sunny skies and lack of rain. And the mountains. And my car... No, not really the car. But the rest of it, I miss A LOT. I feel like a pregnant woman. (I'm not!) Up and down, love ny and miss california....

I also met a girl that I didn't expect to like. Oddly, I think I would enjoy having her as a friend, despite the wreck of an occasion that made us meet. It feels strange though... *shrug* Not sure what the right thing here is to do.
I wish all of this was so much easier.