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||There is an elemental difference between "walking distance" and "easy walking distance."
Not that my old apartment was very far away. Five to seven minutes on foot isn't a significant distance. It's a pleasant enough evening walk, too, when the sun is cresting on the lake. I liked that walk. I didn't like losing that walk to cardiomyopathy and the inability to walk five to seven minutes.
Now, I live across Main Street, but am quite a bit closer. Easy walking distance.
What does that mean?
Well, if I were running late in the morning before, I'd hop in the car, which cut the time to two minutes. Now? I live across the street from the parking lot. It takes longer to circle my house (the house lot is on the other side of the building), get in my car, fight traffic to pull out, drive around, park and go in than it would to walk.
It's a big difference.
See, even when I had the car here, going home was a production. It took effort and thought. Now? Now I can literally 'run home real quick.' If I discover I have no ibuprofin at the office (having been prescribed that for my injured foot, which is now healed enough that it's just my foot again), I can head over there, take said pills, and head back inside of ten minutes. It's not significantly longer to head for my place and get a cup of tea than it would be to go to the Esterbrook and get a cup of coffee. It is right there.
At the same time, it is across the street, which is nice. It's a layer of insulation from the school, in a way. Psychologically, that trek across the street is the difference between literally living where I work, and living conveniently to where I work. I like that difference.
I'm still waiting on my electrical infrastructure being upgraded. I'm without any of my usual computer equipment until I have some places to plug it in. And I have popped a few fuses. It feels almost quaint to have plug in fuses instead of circuit breakers. Fortunately, I went out and bought fuses the day I realized I needed them, so when they blow I can stick another one in easily enough. And they're dirt cheap, which is almost surprising since they're thick glass with a bit of wire inside. I guess there's no good way to make plastic fuses. But at about forty cents each, they're easy to keep on hand.
One other thing I need are lamps. Lots of lamps. I need a lamp in the Laundry room (the overhead fixture in there has no actual electrical apparatus in it), and need a new lamp for my bedroom (my reading lamp seems to have a short in the switch) and should have at least one more lamp in the living room. So, that's three -- including one standalone lamp. And I need a new chair -- I finally have a big enough place to actually have a chair. It's fun, planning out the apartment.