I warned you this was coming.

This morning I knew that fall was pretty much over, because I had to use my winter moisturizer (a plain Vitamin E moisturizer from the Body Shop) instead of my summer moisturizer (which has tea tree oil in it) in order to keep my skin from drying out after my shower. It’s also been cold enough for the past few nights that I’ve had to wear socks in bed until my body heat warms up the sheets - otherwise my feet get very cold and stay cold all night. I don’t think I’m ready for winter yet, but nobody really asked me before deciding to make it cold.

Chris and I are really looking forward to moving. I mentioned the move last week, but I didn’t mention why we’re leaving our current place - it’s mainly because of our neighbors. Since he moved in here (and since I moved in with him last winter), we’ve had to deal with occasional music from either the apartment directly below us or the one next to us on our floor. But over the past few months the music (from next door especially) has gotten more and more frequent, to the point that on weekends we pretty much take it for granted that we’re going to have to sleep with earplugs if we don’t want to listen to salsa all night. Calling the cops doesn’t do anything; believe me, we’ve tried. So we came to a decision a few weeks ago that we needed to break our lease several months early and move - after that, it was only about a week before we found the apartment we ended up taking.

We were reluctant to give up on our current apartment, because it’s absolutely gorgeous and the rent is almost criminally low, especially for a three-bedroom. If we thought we had any hope of the neighbor situation improving, we’d probably stay - but given that we don’t, we’re really happy to be leaving. In the evenings we look at furniture catalogs and play with floor plans of our new place in Photoshop and on graph paper. And we think about how quiet Roosevelt Island is, and what it will be like to drink our coffee in the morning while staring at our fantastic view of Manhattan. We’re pretty much counting the days till the move itself.

Other than that, life is pretty good. I haven’t been keeping in touch with my friends from NYU as well as I’d like to, so I’m going to go have drinks with some of them tonight after work. After high school I pretty much lost contact with everyone, and I don’t want to do that again, especially since I’m not likely to meet other philosophy majors in my industry.

I still miss being a college student very much, even though my job is as close to perfect as you can get and I like not having to pinch pennies and survive on ramen. If you’re still in high school, here’s some unsolicited advice: believe everyone when they tell you that “the college experience” will be one of the best times of your life - it sounds unbelievably dorky when you’re eighteen, but you’ll understand how great it was when it’s over.