I found an apartment, and so this weekend I will be moving out of my “room” on the third floor of my parents house and into a fancy apartment with a loft bedroom and two balconies in the Central West End. I’m pretty excited, because the place is nice, and I’m going to have my own parking space in an underground garage. What more can you ask for?
The only real problems are that I don’t have a bed, or a kitchen table, or a bookshelf, which I believe are all things that I am going to need. I have the means to acquire all of these things, but I sorta like not having any amount of stuff. There is a freedom to being able to pack up everything that you need into a few suitcases and a backpack. And while I don’t plan on packing up and leaving anytime soon, I am a little sad that I am giving up the freedom to do that that I’ve had for the last 8 months or so.
In other news, I have a few other things I’ve been wanting to write about, but I’ve just been supremely lazy. Soon, though. Soon.