Home
I’m not exactly sure why but this place feels more like home than my last apartment. It could be this cool old building or the fact that everything isn’t perfect but I like it here. I’m heading out into the neighborhood this morning in search of breakfast but I wanted to write this as things start to come together.
What I mean by that is all of my shit is getting put away. I’ll include some interior shots next week because I need to take a few to satisfy my mom’s need to make sure I’m okay. If I take those too soon while boxes are still scattered around it will set off a conversation about me being alone. Nope.
Probably a little too close to the feels right now because moving by yourself does suck. I had no one to share the shit his pants guy with as well as just have another person to complain to… But don’t feel any kind of sorry for me. I moved here because I had to for me and asking for help isn’t my strong suit. Plus I really enjoy my independence.
Might post more tonight as I have a planned midnight rendezvous with my youngest near the airport. He and his friends are landing at MSP and heading straight to Ames but I have all of his school things with me. So a handoff it is.