Update
I think it's percolated a bit by now, but I am (or have mostly) moving out of mean people and into a place on my own 3 blocks away. Some part of me definitely didn't (doesn't) want to leave, but, well, I'm an introvert and I was feeling so over-socialized when I would be in the common spaces that I was avoiding them. That makes things like cooking and eating kind of hard and means that things I do that don't fit in my room were neglected. I kept thinking I was just stressed about other things and it would get better after that stress was over, but it's been long enough that I finally accepted that it wasn't going to just get better and I should do something about it. "No one else gets to be in the common space when I'm there unless I'm feeling social" didn't seem like a solution. There's been a lot of back and forth freaking out- will I ever see jadia & ilai? Will it be too expensive? Will I regret this? Mean People has been home for 8 years! I won't be a mean person anymore! This has made me feel quieter than I want to be here, since on the one hand, it's kind of sad and awkward to talk about, and on the other hand, it's kind of been most of my life for the last month.
So anyhow, the new place is very colorful- every room has a different color. They didn't really do a very good job. It didn't cover everywhere. I'm torn between "make it nice" and "it's a rental." For now, the focus is back to finishing the move and putting my stuff in place. I still have plants, a table, chairs, stuff from the walls, a small shelf, and basement stuff (like my bike!!) to retrieve. I painted the room that will be my bedroom, made it go from lime green to less awful green. There's a purple room, a magenta room, a living room with a chair rail, white above it and "orange aura" below it. The bathroom is "polyester" which is a bright turquoise teal. The hallway is "banana peel" and the kitchen... has one blue wall, which I like, and the rest are white... with yellow sorta-kinda-cow-spot-like blobs and one blue dot. The bathroom is most offensive to me, followed by the kitchen and living room. But I'm also getting tired of painting, since it keeps me from being finished moving in. I was considering calling it crayola, though I like the description from dan's roommate, that skittles threw up in there.
In other news, karate is still there, though I've been punting on rusalka more often than I'd like due to travel, moving, and trying not to get sick (I think I've succeeded.) I seem to be good at getting myself REALLY sore while the other students are tired but ok. it might be the lack of sleep (the moving busyness is keeping me up late, and then I have trouble staying asleep because my internal to do list tries to boot up again)