About once a week I sit in my apartment, covered in a blanket with a cup of green tea and telly on in the background, and it occurs to me that I’m technically now an adult. I live in my own place, I buy my own groceries, and, as my high school government teacher always said, I can now be tried for the death penalty.
Okay, that quickly got dark.
But yeah, this year I moved into my own place, along with three other lovely girls, and it’s funny to think that I am independently living somewhere. After years of dreaming about being a grown up, here I am!
My roommates and I moved into one of the nicer complexes in my city. The whole apartment is very cute, and now that we’ve settled in and actually decorated it’s definitely become a home.
Upon moving in, I immediately loved the space. It’s cute, clean, and everything is updated. For a first apartment (especially at the age of 19) it’s definitely a step up from the crappy one-bedrooms most college students are renting. And the fact that it’s furnished just makes it that much better. Continue reading