So I'm all moved.

What was estimated as a four-hour job for two guys that would use half a five-ton truck took eight hours, filled a third of a semi, and needed six guys at the end to finish up.

I have a lot of stuff. And that was after I culled huge amounts of junk.

I...I honestly can't really describe how it felt. I'm glad I had friends and family around for all of it, because just having someone there to touch base with while it was happening kept me from being overwhelmed.

There were no big hitches, the movers found my directions of "white tags go in the pink room and pink tags go in the white room" to be moderately unconfusing, and I haven't run across anything that broke in the move, including my great-grandmother's antique tea trolley which the movers took extra special care of.

Before everyone took off for the day, my kitchen was manageable, I had couch and TV set up and the bed was constructed. I could even poach Internet from one of the two unsecured wireless connections in the complex.

The first thing I noticed was how quiet it is.

Okay, I've never lived alone. My parents, then Ronja and Joel, then Lisa, then back with the parents...I've never had a place all to myself. The only noise was generated by me. (Pippin was a bit too shell-shocked to add any commentary. He's better now thanks.)

Weird.

In the past week I've slowly cleared the living room and kitchen. The computer room will be Saturday and I may not tackle the library until next week even. But it's coming along.

Set up a new shelf from IKEA for my DVDs, and I have another for books upstairs. New computer desk too. Makes me feel handy to put these together with my own two hands. And, you know, an Allen wrench.

I walked into Futureshop on Tuesday. Here's pretty much the conversation.

"Hello! Can I help you?"
"Yes, you can. I'm getting a divorce."
"Let me show you our big screen TVs then."

I now have a 40" HD LCD with matching 1000 watt sound system. I've already turned down the bass on the subwoofer so as to not annoy the neighbors overly. The Xbox Elite is still sitting in the package to be opened and installed once I finish getting my wireless modem configured. I'm deciding whether to shell out for the Dyson Stowaway or get some cheapy vacuum instead. There's not a Wii to be had in the entire city, unfortunately.

Toys make me feel better.

I like it there. I like that it's my own space, that's for sure. Don't know what I'm going to do with it necessarily, but I like it.

That's it, I guess. Nothing profound. I'm still kind of befuddled by the change, and there are moments where everything seems like it's in the wrong place, really. Like it doesn't belong there.

Or me. At some point this will stop feeling like I'm house sitting, and start to feel like home.