Tuesday, May 11, 2010
I'm so tired. It's disconcerting not having my own space for so long. That apartment was no great shakes, but at least it was a consistent place. It had my creatures in it. Bouncing from floor to floor is exhausting.
But lemme tell you, crashing in a sleeping bag on my friend's floor is a damned sight better than crashing on the floor of my sketchy, empty apartment (that was my first plan, which my husband, who shall remain nameless, wisely vetoed). Her place isn't sketchy! And it's not empty. I'm an introvert - I do pretty okay by myself. But usually "by myself" at least involves kitties. It's nice having another soul in the house, y'know? And it's nice not to have cigarette smoke wafting through the bathroom vent and pot smoke creeping up from downstairs and neighbors screaming at each other, and wondering when the really sketchy people will figure out that you're 105lbs and all alone....
Thanks Becca! :-)