starting fresh
i've never lived alone - the thought of it growing up seemed... frightening. why would i ever want to have a big ole place just to myself? but as i've gotten older, i've realized a lot of things about myself - and one of those things is the need for separation. it's almost like i crave it; i feel that i think clearer - straighter, after some time alone.
when i found this one bedroom apartment in midtown, i fell for it. an old house converted into apartments: high ceilings, built-in's, a fireplace, and windows all over the thing giving it great natural light - i knew i had to have it. for all of it's great qualities, it's definitely a little rough around the edges .. just like me. i've finally settled in now, having moved in almost a month ago. it still needs some work, more color in places and.. furniture. i'm on a bet against myself to see how long i can go without cable/internet.
i invited the gang over this past weekend to formally check out the digs - it was a wonderful gathering of close friends. thank you all so much for the lovely company!