As you may already know, I have recently moved into my own apartment. Much like Superman, this is my own Fortress of Solitude. I haven't quite gotten used to it yet, but I suppose it's a matter of time.
There are a lot of strange new things I'm becoming accustomed to. Remembering my keys when I leave home, doing dishes, thinking about financial matters, and various other domestic things like that.
Strangely, I find I'm getting bored very easily now. So much, in fact, that I've taken the occasional cat nap when I feel particularly lethargic. This is partially my own fault for not really wanting to do anything, but I suppose it's excusable considering the stresses of moving, during which I was rather irritable and mean to my family for inexplicable reasons.
The next step in all of this is to get out and have a social life (as so many of you have been telling me) for possibly the first time ever. Right now, it doesn't seem quite feasible considering how much I've been at work, but I'm sure something will open up for me in the coming weeks. I'm still not sure if I'll go out for a drink somewhere, or maybe just walk around downtown, but I'm sure I'll think of something.
Whatever happens, it will be an adventure, and I might just have a few stories for you when all's said and done!
I miss having my own place. It was such an incredible feeling to me. I'm hoping to move out in a year.. maybe two.
ReplyDeleteWe'll see what happens.