So tonight I’m spending my first night in my first room in Portland, the first city I’ll live in after college. One of the owner’s dogs is here with me. His name is Amos, and he’s smaller than his brother Andy, who is kind of a jerk and pushes Amos around. I’m sleeping on an air mattress because I don’t have a real bed yet. Nor do I have a dresser, a book stand, or a job. Everything I own is spread out in the room around me, with the exception of my Xbox, which is already downstairs, waiting to be hooked to the TV. I want to buy a new laptop with the money my grandparents gave me for graduation, but I can’t do that until I see how much furnishing my room and getting a bike will cost me. Every time I go out for something, I get lost. I don’t understand the buses, and I don’t know where the trains go. This will fade in time. I already found a good place to grocery shop. Tomorrow, I will get a membership card for Hollywood Video. I will begin the job hunt, but who knows how well that can go on a Sunday? I will catch up on Battlestar Galactica. I hope to meet new friends soon. The antidepressants can only hold that back so long. I hope to find a girl, but then I thought I’d find one of those in Santa Cruz.
