To the First Floor!
T minus 2 weeks till the big move. I am really excited.
No more 3rd floor.
No more carrying my laundry down to the first floor and across the complex.
No more 1-person-at-a-time kitchen.
At the same I time I feel kinda old. Getting my own place. A pretty nice place, with my own things etc. I guess it makes me a true-blue adult in like every context.
I keep hearing Independent Women playing in my head though and it helps keep me grounded (feet planted to the ground while doing a lil 2 step with my hands up in the air).
I wonder if I will be lonely. I guess I can always hit up craigslist singles…