#tiny talking

I got approved (along with my friend) for the apartment we looked at and can finalize and move in next thrusday.

oh my god. I'm actually excited. like I know that thus was happening and gonna happen and that it's gonna be annoying and weird and different for a while trying to get everything settled and all that. but I got my own place.

I'm gonna get a room and a bed bugger than a twin size and a desk or table so I can start doing puzzles again. and I can make my own food and won't have people keeping me awake since I'm in the living room. and I won't come home from work and want to lay down but then boom my cousins as over and being loud and fucjing my brother girlfriend is in the kitchen crying what the fuck. like this won't happen bevaise it'll be me and my friend and I'll have mt own room.

we still need to change like mailing address and after Thursday get wifi in the place and then get furniture and food and shit. but god fucj yes.

I think km the first of my siblings to actuallt get my own place. like my younge r brothers still in high school so he make sense but my oldest has moved in with his girlfriends over the years but never had his own actual place. and ny older (but not the oldest) brother has been living in this house longer than I have (I moved back here when covid happened and stayed)(my oldest brother and his girlfriend and my younger brother all live here too at the moemnt).