As you may have guessed, my brief leave of Internet absence means I’m hanging out in Fort Campbell, waiting for an elusive welcome home flight, and relying very heavily on 3G and Taylor Swift.
So far I haven’t driven anywhere without getting lost, and I’ve discovered that Tennessee is an open-carry state. Toto, we’re not in the DC metro anymore.
Except my apartment complex doesn’t allow dogs, so get the fuck out of here, Toto.
Luckily the lease doesn’t specify any bans on inanimate objects that look like animals, because my kitchen menagerie has been keeping me great company.
My kitchen…menagerie! (The Tennessee Williams references are only going to get worse until we move to a different state, so go ahead and get used to that.)
What is the first thing you do when you move to a new place? Do you spend time exploring to find the best restaurants? Do you knock on doors to meet your neighbors? Do you find the nearest grocery store to make sure they sell a competitive number of brands of Greek yogurt? No? That’s just me?