I’m not sure if having an apartment and taking care of things on my own was all this make believe pretend or if it just seems realer now? Was I just dreaming the past 28 years and wake up only two years ago?
I’m excited to sign my lease and begin moving into my two bdrm townhouse next week. But it feels different this time.
I’ve lived in PLENTY of my own places but I was never okay with settling down and making that place mine.
Maybe it feels realer this time because it’s not just the space that my belongings occupy while I’m not there or recovering or partying in.
I’m not running from a bad roommate situation, money I owe someplace or getting kicked out because of my own stupid actions.
I really look forward to spending more time with my daughter. There are two playgrounds in walking distance. She will have her own room. And I will have peace of mind that my house is MUCH safer for her.
I think back to two years ago at this time…I’m not sure if that’s my once upon a time story or nightmare.
Or if it all just is some strange trip down a yellow brick road. How many times I’ve wished I could just click my heels and magically be someplace like home…
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Congrats on the new place sweetie… I hope you move in, LoVe it, settle in and really make it your home. I’m sure you two will find a certain peace with having your own home. Best wishes LoVe!