Yes! I finally moved in to my own apartment!
I technically got the keys at the beginning of May but all I did was throw my boxes into my room and run back to my dad’s house for a couple of weeks. Now I’m back and about 90% unpacked and my new roommate is AMAZING (I have great luck with roommates apparently).
I’ve calmed down a lot since I’ve getting into my own place. For the past week or so I’ve been completely freaking out about my future and what my plan is (I have many half plans and I’m not sure which ones to flesh out). There is so much pressure to do certain things with my life that I never really stopped to seriously ask myself about what I want to do and where I want to be in 5-10 years from now. Who do I want to be?
With that, there are an endless number of things I need to get done this summer. Every time I get a plan set in place something else pops up and throws everything out of the window. I feel like I’m constantly trying to come up with alternative ways to pull my life together. What a mess!
Another less dire conflict I’ve been having in regards to my new living arrangement is which MASSIVE Katy Perry poster I should order and hang up in my room. Teenage Dream or California Girls?? I don’t plan on getting it until at least August so I have plenty of time to think it through. Let me know which one you think I should get in the comments section!
Moving into an apartment was a somewhat spontaneous decision on my part but I definitely feel like it was the right choice. It’s great to have my own space where I won’t get kicked out during the various holiday breaks. I have a home for 365 days of the year! I may be broke as shit but at least I have a decent place to live. That’s all I can really ask for (except maybe a second job). I still have quite a bit to do but now that I have a home I feel like there’s a chance that everything will turn out OK.