written on the pages is the answer to a neverending story
So I’m finally moved into my new apartment. It’s pretty great and lolzy. I’ve got about a million pictures to upload and sort through. So far I’m just really excited to be living in a real city, and not a fucking suburb for once. Me and suburbs don’t get along to well. But you knew that. I’m too tired to say much/do much right now, but I’ve got lots to share eventually. I’ve just been super busy unpacking everything, and because this place is a lot smaller there’s just piles of boxes and random furniture everywhere. I never realized how many chairs we have. There’s chairs everywhere. Like 11. But i guess i could say I'm happy. Been awhile since I've felt that way.