Apr 02, 2012 09:37
I shared an apartment with a stranger for over seven years. Strangers, really: I had 8 or 9 flatmates during that time.
I have now lived six months in my new apartment, all alone. I still sometimes smile when I get home and notice my name on the door. Only mine. Just one name.
Somehow I thought I would be more enthusiastic about cleaning and washing up etc. now that I have a place of my own. Unfortunately, I 'm not. But this is damn luxurious. At least all the mess is mine. ALL MINE!
Finally, I have enough space to be me and do the things I want to do.
I'm never ever going back to living with strangers.
Next step: a mortgage. Coming in 2089.
home sweet home