I am now halfway through my week of living my sister's life (minus her job and the British boyfriend), which is turning out quite nice. In a span of 10 minutes yesterday, I bumped into one of her friends at the gym and another on the train...weird. I love the 30 minute commute to work (as opposed to one hour 20). I like not worrying about catching the train back to the Island. I enjoy the coziness of the apartment in all but one respect: the kitchen. But despite the tinyness of the area, I still managed to cook twice this week. It's definitely giving me ideas about what I'd like for my own apartment: a larger kitchen for one (at least more counter space). I find that I don't mind living in a small space. But a small space with a roommate is another story.

I'm getting antsy about moving to the city. Yes, I know I should enjoy the central air, the proximity to the beach, the amount of space, the money saved on rent, and that's fine. I'm cool with staying through the summer. What gets me is the obsession to check on Craig's List for apartments all the time when I know I'm not ready to sign a lease until August/September. I know it doesn't hurt to look, especially since it'll give me an idea of what's out there, but I still can't resist the urge to email myself listings...