Summertime

Three months, it's been. I do apologize for that, dear readers, if there are any of you left. There is, as always, much to say. Here we have it in a nutshell:

+ Love my job. Love it so, so much.
+ Had one of the best birthdays I can ever remember. Wonderful cabin weekend.
+ HP7.2 is amazing.
+ Moved out. Signed a lease at a beautiful place. Then it burned down. A few weeks of terrible apartment hunting ensued, and then we managed to find an even better place. I live there now. It's amazing. We have a washer and dryer. We have a balcony. I have a garage. And I have a master suite. A master suite!!! We painted two walls extremely BLUE. Love my apartment. Love it.
+ An old friend turned into a new boyfriend. My feelings are sometimes jumbled and mixed and weird, but ultimately? I have never been happier. I have never had someone better. I can't stop smiling. I am not getting nearly enough sleep, because neither of us ever want to part at night, so we stay up way too late, just so we can stay together.

I'm in love with the whole world lately.

And apparently I don't blog as much when I'm happy? It's a decent problem to have, really.