Well, I'm moved in to the apartment fully (minus one plastic container and a fan that I'm too lazy to carry up) and my parents are gone making this my first night alone in the new place. Now this isn't too big a deal when the logical part of my brain tells me that I've stayed plenty of places by myself, the house in Columbia, the apartment last summer, friends houses that I've sat while they were out of town. The usual really. But it's still always stressful the first night when you don't really know what you're doing and this will basically become you're new routine and habits. And honestly I really hope that tonight won't be repeating itself too much. My heart aches cause I'm a wimp that's already heartbroken and wants to go home and hug her dogs... but then it's like Damn, this is home now.... and I don't know what to do with myself, tomorrow will be another day filled with job applications and hopefully will at least have one of those to look forward to soon... but here's to the future and the fact that after climbing to the third floor every day, ill be in shape!
