Living

Roomie and I have finally settled into apartment life. We come and go as we please but still make time at least once a week to relax and gossip and watch trashy reality television together. I really enjoy having my own place and space. It is also surreal and very nice to be able to call everything there mine and not "my mom's" or "my family's"; it's mine or mine and Haley's, it's great.

Yesterday our heating/air conditioner broke. When roomie came home from class it was 54 degrees in the apartment and by the time I got home from class and getting some dinner it was only up to 60. Needless to say we were chilled to the bone!

Everyone in our complex is between the ages of 18 and 23ish. This means that it is party central almost every day of my life around me. I don't think I've come home if I go out at night and not heard music thumping and bumping somewhere. It's kind of nice knowing that everyone around me is young, but I really could go without party central 24/7. Oh well, it's kind of amusing.

One day I will take pictures of my apartment for people to see. I love it.