A new place not yet called Home

So here I am. On the East Coast. Over 1000 miles from Wisconsin. I am sitting on my new bed (aka another futon) in a pretty empty apartment with all my boxes of stuff lined against the living room wall. There is no other furniture except a table that will serve as my desk and a desk chair. My roommate has not yet arrived; she's supposed to get here sometime tonight. I have been sleeping in the living room since my family left Sunday. Our apartment building allows pets, and I've seen quite a few dogs being walked in and out of the building. They bark sometimes. It hasn't been a huge issue yet... but will it? Who knows?

It's been pretty lonely here, since I don't know anyone. I know that will all change once classes start and if I find a job, but right now life is pretty boring. I take walks around the city during the day and sit at home, watching movies on my computer at night. I watched one complete season of One Tree Hill and discovered problems with a DVD of another season. Other than that, I have nothing unique to say. I am a very silly, extremely stupid girl who has moved to this big city, supposedly to pursue her career. We will see how this goes. We will see.