L arrives, commutes, and settles in.

A plane ride, a bus ride, and a taxi ride later, I was standing in front of the townhouse that I would call home for the next four months. A, the grad student who leases the townhouse, opened the door and our meeting was as awkward as expected. The townhouse is two floors, and larger than I had imagined. It's quaint, New England-y, and old, bricks and hardwood floors. 

The three bedrooms are on the second floor. My room was quite a surprise. For one, it's sort of conjoined to J's room. (J is the third of the housemates, who I have yet to meet. A says he has not seen him in days, and he may be "caught up at the library.") I have concluded it was added to the house after it was built because it's not quite level. It took me a while to figure out why I felt so slanted in my room, but the whole room is actually tilted. But the skylight makes up for it (I've always wanted a skylight). Every room on the second floor has a skylight, including the amazing bathroom, which is larger than my room and has one of those gorgeous, old school bathtubs. 

The neighborhood is the perfect mix of suburbia and city that reminds me so much of my hometown. It's eerily quiet here, but just a block away are two necessities: a Subway and a CVS. Open late. Perfect. 

And, of course, on the way over, my steel metal lamp broke. 

But I think I'm going to like it here.