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Okay, I’m back

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It’s been about two weeks and I’m fully in my apartment alone, dug in like a tick. Boy, oh boy, do I love it.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still on good terms with my old roommates. But there’s just something to be said about coming into my apartment, immediately throwing my pants away and just enjoying having to answer to no one. I’m never going back.

It took me about two days to get my apartment completely in order. I had it all planned out in my head before I started so that helped me get everything in its right place. I have a closet for my hobbies, I have a great utility closet and I have the nest.

The nest is a large futon mattress that I can put up into a little couch or its original mattress form. I did it this way so my bros can come over for sleepovers. The kitchen has the main downside in that the oven is very old and not as good as I wanted. I also don’t control the heat, which is weird.

But a home is like a pet, it’s never perfect but that’s what makes them so special. I’m never going back to living with people until I fall in love with someone.

My mental state just feels so much better too. I have so much more energy and ability to do things. I can’t way to really dig into my hobbies. Last night, I was pushing through my exhaustion to finish a wonderful glitter unicorn puzzle.

I also know that it’s important when living alone to stay social. You can get weird if you’re left alone. Well, I’m kind of getting burned out by people. I’ve been hanging out a lot with people to the point that I could kind of use a break.

If nothing else, I’m going to start doing this blog and it’s only going to get weirder.

Moving On

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Since the last post on this page, I have moved into my own apartment for the first time in my life and I’ve celebrated a birthday. This is my first post in this apartment.

It’s a strange thing to walk into a home and know that everything inside of it is yours alone. It reminds me of when I was a kid and started working for the first time at 15. The Playstation 2 had just come out and I had seen the groundbreaking Grand Theft Auto 3. A game bigger than anything I had ever seen before, with 3D graphics and it allowed you to go anywhere.

I wanted it so badly. I had saved up enough money from my part time job at McDonalds. I was so scared and nervous back then being around people. I would honestly want to do that again now. There were so many big personalities.

But anyway, I was a little bit persistent for my dad to drive me to my local video game store. He eventually did and then we had to go get the composite cables for it. My dad was a good sport about it. But I remember holding that PS2 in my hands and I said to him.

“This is mine. I earned this. No one can take this from me.”

And that’s how I feel sitting in my apartment. I took a risk going back to school and through some hard work and a lot of luck, I’ve landed a job that can keep me afloat. The apartment is mine to do with what I want. I’ve built a reading nest in my living room. The temperature is mine to control. I can walk three feet into my apartment after work and my pants are gone. It’s a wonderful feeling.

The other thing I can do is be creative in a way that I never was before. I got self conscious playing my guitar when my roommates could hear. Now I can play whenever I want as long as I don’t bother my neighbors. Fortunately, the soundproofing seems to be pretty good. I haven’t heard anything from them but I don’t want to push buttons.

It’s a nice feeling and I’m going to chase it.