A close friend of mine recently said, Kitty Kat...it's time you move into a bedroom now. Seriously. Yeah, yeah.

Every night this week I've run through the same ritual -- come home from work, walk through the entire flat to make sure there are no murderers or thieves hiding in any of the rooms, get a drink and go to bed (not to sleep but to watch tv or work on my laptop until I pass out). This is my version of moping. I don't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. I just want to be in my bed.

The other night this same friend (after I told him how I'd been spending my nights) said, Oh I get it -- you're in the living room because you're pretending you still live in a studio apartment! You moved into a studio with "extra" closet space! Actually I moved into a two bedroom flat.

Every time I come up the stairs to my flat, I think ahead to how I have to walk through the entire place before I can get comfortable. But I realized that I must've done the same thing in my last place -- it's just that all I had to do then was to walk through the living room to the bathroom and I had seen the entire place. I'm not more anxious here; a two bedroom place just requires more walking through :)