you heard me right, studio. i'll be living alone for the first time in 26 years. i'm not sure if i should feel excited or be nervous. i've always considered myself independent, thanks to how my parents raised me, but what is life like without a roommate to share? will i miss someone waiting for me or the waiting for someone else hearing and sharing stories about both days in two different worlds? now breakfast and dinner selections will be done over a phone instead of across the room.
my place. my very own place. which means... my very own decorations, my very own tivo selections, my very own household items. it's all very surreal, but i'm starting to like the idea of my own big girl space in my very own big girl apartment in a big girl city, and even though the actual size isn't very big girl, it's fine, i have miniature furniture to fill the space. i also have a very busy saturday ahead of me looking for the perfect things to compliment me and my very own place.
