So, I moved.
Yep! I spread my tiny little wings and moved out on my own. I’ve never lived by myself and so far it’s been a whirlwind.
The day before I was supposed to move in, I went to get the keys and found this:
Someone came to clean up the mess and they put up wood to cover the hole until they were sure it wasn’t going to leak any more. Since I’m such a stubborn person (thanks Mom and Dad), I was bound and determined to still move in regardless and just deal with not being able to decorate the bathroom. So, I did.
Then there was problems with the A/C (I can’t even tell you how many times I was rubbing my ears, saying ‘woosah’ and telling myself that I couldn’t control this situation).
I’m happy to report all problems have been fixed and so far, things are going good. I’m really in love with the area – so close to downtown and work and has plenty of great places to go running or bike riding.
(dock in the back of the complex)
(lake down the street)
(I find myself reading here for class a lot)
I’m definitely still adjusting to coming home to an empty house, not having cable, and doing my laundry in the community space across the hall but I think I needed to change it up a bit. It’s weird living alone though. It’s so quiet all the time.
Funny to think about how I started off living in the funny farm with my bazillion brothers and sisters and cousins and parents and dogs and birds and well, you get the point and have ended up in a cozy little place near downtown Orlando by myself.
I think this change is going to be a good one for me. :)