Wheeling...
After I had moved out of Aprils apartment, I moved back in with my parents, and their rules. I had enjoyed 3 months of freedom and wanted more. I could afford to move out on my own.
And I did. I moved into Wheeling, IL, which is very close to my job, into a one bedroom apartment.
I had never lived alone, and so I was not used to it. I didn't have much stuff, only boxes and the basic furniture. I had a desk, dresser, tv stand, and that's pretty much it. I acquired a futon, couch, easy chair, stools, and more dressers for free from friends. I bought dinnerware, plates, cups, silverware, and other basics.
I lived alone. Ahhhhhhh... it was nice, at first. I'm not an outgoing person. I grew up in the city, so I was bred to lock my doors, windows, and everything. I don't trust people, got that from my mom and the city. I didn't really care to meet the neighbors, cuz, whatever, they live next to me. Yay.
I kept my doors locked, and my shades closed. I tried to keep my apartment clean, but being single, a guy, and a pig at heart, it didn't last. I left dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, and misc. stuff all over the couch.
I had a 5 foot tall stack of newspapers by the time I moved out 2 years later.
I became depressed living alone. I didn't hang out with people. I didn't open the windows. It was stuffy. I thought about things like, "what would happen if I died in here?", "or committed suicide in here?", or "what if someone came in and killed me in here?" I have a morbid personality.
I watched TV when I wasn't at work. I was online a lot of the time too, just doing nothing.
I thought, this is my life, and it's just how it is.
I switched departments, from the kennel to the ICU. With April gone from work I had more freedoms there. They restructured the ICU. Made it 24 hours, hired more doctors, more technicians, and we became busier. I didn't care.
Rent was a big factor in why I eventually moved out. The initial price was raised by $40 dollars the second year I was there, and at the beginning of the third year they were going to raise it another $150. Which I couldn't afford. So I moved out.
Some accomplishments from my two years in Wheeling:
I tore all of the 5 foot tall stack of newspaper into shreds. It took me weeks. I filled a garbage bag with all the shreds. There was no point to doing it except to fill time.
It was my first attempt at living on my own. Quite an accomplishment.
I learned to cook for myself.
I got over severe depression and anxiety(because I never committed suicide.)
I watched a lot of good TV.
I acquired a lot of free furniture.
That's it.
No real accomplishments.
After Wheeling, I moved back to Chicago and lived platonically with a girl I worked with. We were polar opposites like April and I were, except there was nothing going on. We had opposite hours, so we hardly saw each other. I got a dog(Starbuck- 15lb Chihuahua mix). We tried some stuff a few times, but we were drunk and it never went very far, we ended up talking ourselves out of it.
I moved out because I didn't want to hurt her, and my dog needed more space. Cramped two bedroom, city apartments are no place for two grown adults, a pitbull, a beagle, and a chihuahua.
I moved in with my brother, into a house he bought in Streamwood. It's a 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom, ranch house. 1 car garage, no attic or basement. Big backyard. Driveway. And whatnot.
I still live with my brother, but things are awkward sometimes. I work nights, he works days. I spend money, he saves it. I have no life, he goes out sometimes, and secretly has a girlfriend(although I'm more outgoing, I rationalize my way out of things, like girls, fun, and hanging out.)
That's it for living situations. I could go more into detail about all of it, but I won't for now.
Any questions? write 'em down.
And I did. I moved into Wheeling, IL, which is very close to my job, into a one bedroom apartment.
I had never lived alone, and so I was not used to it. I didn't have much stuff, only boxes and the basic furniture. I had a desk, dresser, tv stand, and that's pretty much it. I acquired a futon, couch, easy chair, stools, and more dressers for free from friends. I bought dinnerware, plates, cups, silverware, and other basics.
I lived alone. Ahhhhhhh... it was nice, at first. I'm not an outgoing person. I grew up in the city, so I was bred to lock my doors, windows, and everything. I don't trust people, got that from my mom and the city. I didn't really care to meet the neighbors, cuz, whatever, they live next to me. Yay.
I kept my doors locked, and my shades closed. I tried to keep my apartment clean, but being single, a guy, and a pig at heart, it didn't last. I left dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, and misc. stuff all over the couch.
I had a 5 foot tall stack of newspapers by the time I moved out 2 years later.
I became depressed living alone. I didn't hang out with people. I didn't open the windows. It was stuffy. I thought about things like, "what would happen if I died in here?", "or committed suicide in here?", or "what if someone came in and killed me in here?" I have a morbid personality.
I watched TV when I wasn't at work. I was online a lot of the time too, just doing nothing.
I thought, this is my life, and it's just how it is.
I switched departments, from the kennel to the ICU. With April gone from work I had more freedoms there. They restructured the ICU. Made it 24 hours, hired more doctors, more technicians, and we became busier. I didn't care.
Rent was a big factor in why I eventually moved out. The initial price was raised by $40 dollars the second year I was there, and at the beginning of the third year they were going to raise it another $150. Which I couldn't afford. So I moved out.
Some accomplishments from my two years in Wheeling:
I tore all of the 5 foot tall stack of newspaper into shreds. It took me weeks. I filled a garbage bag with all the shreds. There was no point to doing it except to fill time.
It was my first attempt at living on my own. Quite an accomplishment.
I learned to cook for myself.
I got over severe depression and anxiety(because I never committed suicide.)
I watched a lot of good TV.
I acquired a lot of free furniture.
That's it.
No real accomplishments.
After Wheeling, I moved back to Chicago and lived platonically with a girl I worked with. We were polar opposites like April and I were, except there was nothing going on. We had opposite hours, so we hardly saw each other. I got a dog(Starbuck- 15lb Chihuahua mix). We tried some stuff a few times, but we were drunk and it never went very far, we ended up talking ourselves out of it.
I moved out because I didn't want to hurt her, and my dog needed more space. Cramped two bedroom, city apartments are no place for two grown adults, a pitbull, a beagle, and a chihuahua.
I moved in with my brother, into a house he bought in Streamwood. It's a 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom, ranch house. 1 car garage, no attic or basement. Big backyard. Driveway. And whatnot.
I still live with my brother, but things are awkward sometimes. I work nights, he works days. I spend money, he saves it. I have no life, he goes out sometimes, and secretly has a girlfriend(although I'm more outgoing, I rationalize my way out of things, like girls, fun, and hanging out.)
That's it for living situations. I could go more into detail about all of it, but I won't for now.
Any questions? write 'em down.