I sat on the floor in the middle of my empty lounge room this afternoon just staring at the space.
It's alllllll mine.
I needed this. I needed this so fucking bad.
Sure, it did suck a little after I signed the lease and I had no one to jump around excitedly with...but I got over that pretty quickly after I sat and took it all in.
It would have been nice if my little bestie Frank was there to soak it up with. But he'll be in next week to sniff it all out. I love my little (or not so little anymore) fluff bag.
Honestly, if this works out ok, I really don't see myself going back to share houses.. but you should never say never. Although, I do feel too old for that bullshit. I want my own space. I've always dealt with things better when I have my own space, my own safe area... something bigger than a bedroom, but small enough to not get lost in. A place that feels entirely comfortable, somewhere where I can pick who I see and when I see them. It's only my mess that I have to step over, my dishes that I have to clean and I know the house will look exactly the same way when I come home as when I left it. Ahhhhhhhhh! Goodtimes.
And if I do get lonely, there is Frankie and its a two minute drive to Ben's! Hell, I could even ride my bike there! HA! As if! I couldn't even ride over when I lived 2 blocks away! LOLZ.
Alls I need now is for my furniture/all belongings to be in there! Something that is quite important when it comes to 'living in a home'.
Woah. I just then, in that second became deliriously tired. Here's hoping I get to sleep.
Rose.
xoxo
Ps. I once had mixed feelings about the 70's but right now, with all my 'new' furnishings I feel drawn to them for interior inspiration! Check it out!
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