no. 100

This is my 100th post here (or so says the statistics on my blogger dashboard) and technically I am no longer on the 27th floor. I have made it to Chicago. It still doesn't seem real.

B leaves for Fiji on Saturday and I will have a week to myself. Hopefully I won't spend any of it in the bedroom closet (I have already hidden in there once when a maintenance worker came by at 9am and I was still in my nightgown) unless I am hanging up my clothes, which are still in boxes.

That is the goal of next week -- to unpack. As we still don't have furniture things like books and CD's will need to stay in the boxes for a bit longer, but there is still a lot of other stuff that can find its space. I do plan to reward myself for my hard work with little excursions. I always forget how much work unpacking is (maybe because I never completely finished last move).

In other news we met another GSB student who moved in to our building yesterday. Again in the elevator. And again conversation started because of a t-shirt (this time B was wearing his). Her father was helping her move. Too adorable. You could feel his pride beaming from his every cell. So excited for his daughter. Her name is Christine, by the way (if I forget that, then I am really in trouble).