A lot like Glamping

We moved into a new apartment about a week ago. Our things aren't being delivered by the movers for several more days.

We're living a lot like Glamping.

Never heard of this? Glamorous camping?

We got our cable/internet set-up on day two when we hadn't even been here twelve hours, however, we have no television on which to watch said cable.

Having the internet is very nice. This would be a terrible existence without it.

We've got this one rocking chair and all you can do in it is sit and look out the window. Or read as Matt's doing.

We don't have an actual bed. We have a blow-up mattress on the floor.
We are totally sick of sleeping on a blow-up mattress on the floor.
But we're actually used to it, we guess, and we're sleeping about nine hours a night.
-Which is also like being on vacation.

We don't have a couch but we have a rug in the living room and sometimes I wrap-up in a blanket and lay on the floor and watch Netflix streams on the iPad.

If we really want to watch live television, we can do so at the gym. There's potential for turf war, but we've lucked out so far. We absolutely had to watch The Bachelorette and I needed a Rachel Maddow fix.

The best thing we did was to get a new wireless speaker on which to play music from our phones or computer or whatever. That speaker is saving us!

I got really sick of the few outfits I packed really quickly. I have this one dress I've worn to everything. I hope that thrift store infusion helps me along. I also went to the local mall and that leads me to the next topic:

HOW DIFFERENT MY LIFE IS THAN IT WAS TWO WEEKS AGO.

For example:  
Today I wore an outfit which was 100% from Old Navy.
I felt really conservative. -in dress. 
I drove a truck. I drove a truck. 
I drove the truck with Bonnie in the backseat to her brand new veterinarian's office and she rode with her face out the window. This made me very happy.
The vet and I spoke of flea prevention. She said Frontline isn't really cutting it these days in these parts.