Typically, my weekends are filled by spending time with my friends in Indianapolis.
Three of us get together on Saturdays and play music. It's something we've done for quite some time. It's something we enjoy.
My friends and myself have been together playing music for a long time. We've performed in front of crowds. We've made pretty good money doing it.
But this weekend, I was unable to spend time with my friends.
I was moving. And now I'm finally back in Brazil.
I had lived here for nearly 10 years until earlier this year. It was March to be exact.
I had to move back to my parents' home on a temporary basis.
It was nice, but it was different. I'm not a teenager anymore.
Plus, I had lived alone for nearly 10 years. I had developed over that time, certain habits that were just me.
It was certainly an experience to move home. While it was wonderful to know I had a roof over my head and I was able to catch up on bills, it still wasn't the same.
But, this weekend, I moved into my new home. Actually, it's an apartment, but it's still a roof over my head.
But there are some things missing.
For the past six months, I've had the opportunity to watch television (when I was "home") on a big screen TV.
I've got a small television and based on the space I've got in my living room, that television is going to have to be replaced and probably sooner than later.
As I was sitting there Saturday evening watching a movie, I couldn't help but notice the distance between my couch and television. That was the clincher.
Put new TV on list of future items to purchase.
Wow, a living room is quite empty, by the way, when you've only got a couch and some electronic equipment.
Add chair to that list of future purchases.
Despite not having a few essential items and having an apartment that is still somewhat empty, it's my place. It's a new experience.
It should be a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to it.