I Am Not Supposed To Be Here

Tonight was supposed to be the end of the first week in my new apartment.

Then it was supposed to be my first night in my new apartment.

And -- although I had a lovely evening otherwise -- I've come back "home" to this basement sublet in Arlington and am in more than a bit of a funk about it.

I am not supposed to be here.

I know I'll get my apartment in the end (and the landlord has said he'll put me somewhere Monday night if this person isn't out of my apartment by then), but I don't want to spend another weekend in suburban Arlington, 1.5 miles from the metro, 2 miles from the grocery store, and hours away from anything but rows and rows of houses.

I want my apartment!

Sigh.