Did you miss me?

 

I am sitting at the pool in Caitlin and Paul’s apartment complex, where once again and until employment seeks me out, I will reside in a small corner of their apartment.  Caitlin and Paul have moved to a new place in Mountainview since I last lived with them and blogged over my post-college summer, but I imagine the experience will be much the same.  In fact, it already is.  I had little to do and used to compose many a blog entry beside their pool.  Here I am again.

I came down from Seattle yesterday, and when I sent Cait my flight information, she responded, “Oh, we’ll be in Italy,” but lined up a friend to pick me up from the airport. 

Their new apartment isn’t big, but without them here I can’t manage to find the simplest things, partly because I am never convinced that they have the simplest things.  For instance, a spatula.  I couldn’t find it in their cooking supplies drawer.  In other living spaces, I would assume that the owners had a spatula and keep looking, but I just don’t know about these two.  Their kitchen is pretty organized and neither Caitlin nor Paul are known to cook, so if a spatula is not in the kitchen supplies drawer, it is safe to wonder whether or not they really have one.  Luckily, as my lunch was cooking, I found one in a spoon-holder I had overlooked.

Another challenge was finding sheets and towels.  I was told, via text, that the linens were in the upper right hand corner of the closet, but all I can find there are hand towels.  In a laundry basket at the bottom of the closet are folded sheets and towels, but being in a laundry basket, I question their cleanliness.