(Or, um, an apartment.)
I moved out of my parents home and into my first apartment nearly two years ago. The time sure has flown by! Anna and I lived in the ghetto, complete with one of those apartments that rent by the week across the street from ours, and neighbors that we had to call the cops on multiple times. But I was SO proud of this space of ours - it was my very first apartment!
And then we (as in me & Anna) decided we couldn't take the smell of smoke (and marijuana) anymore and started searching out other options. We moved into the most beautiful loft apartment near the square/downtown Springfield. It was such a beautiful apartment, I was so sad when our lease was up and our paths were taking us different ways!
In October, I moved in with my boss; they have a nanny apartment, and I most definitely grabbed it right up when it became available! So.. it's sort of my bachelorette pad. ;) This is the only time I've truly lived on my own, with no roommate... just me. I'm enjoying it, to be honest!
The only thing is that I am having *the* hardest time making this place my own, though. I have found little nooks and crannies that have been "decorated," but not the whole space and it's really bugging me! I'm used to having a spot for everything - and a lot of my stuff is just scattered! I have friends from out of town staying for the weekend in 3 weeks, and now that it's getting so close, I've been kicking it into gear trying to get everything settled and looking more "homey." I've only lived here since forever now, it's about time, right?
Have a lovely Tuesday!