Tori D. and the Bachelorette Pad

clearly this ain't my place, but i like it

I told y'all I was gonna do it, and I did it. I finally got my own place! It's still disappointing that I didn't find a house that I wanted and could afford, but I'm definitely happy with my little spot. It feels like I'm on vacation or something. I have to keep reminding myself, "I don't have to go home; I am home!" It's only been a little over a week, so I don't have any wild shenanigans to report just yet. Give me some time. Maybe once my furniture finally gets here (tomorrow!) I'll have a huge party few people over. Haven't spotted any cuties, although the guy in the neighboring apartment complex that drives the yellow crotch rocket has potential. Haven't had time to do a whole lot yet, but I've learned a few things in my short time:

1. There is such a thing as too quiet
For the first three days I had no cable and the little wifi service I was using was garbage. Longest. Three. Days. Ever. I pulled out a little stereo that I haven't used since college just to have some noise. I love quiet solitude, but my goodness. That was unbearable! Yeah, being alone with your thoughts is necessary at times; and true, that time could have been (and sometimes was) used productively. But that little time cut off from civilization (lol) made me realize I need some kinda company. Which means I'll probably be getting a puppy soon, whenever I can figure out which one I want and if I can really afford it.

2. Small kitchens take some getting used to
My mom's kitchen has spoiled me! It's so spacious; there's plenty of storage and work space. Not so in my tiny little galley kitchen. Trying to clean up as I cook to make room is no fun. Plus I'm just not inspired. I need a kitchen that makes me want to cook! This one makes me want to order out. LOL I have a whole new respect for my mom, since she worked in a kitchen not much bigger than this one at the very first house I grew up in. God bless her!

3. I'm lazy
Okay, that's not really a new lesson. And it's not entirely true. Working two jobs leaves me exhausted. Even when I haven't worked that night I want to do nothing else but crawl into bed and pass out. You'd think that with my new found freedom I'd be out living it up! Not so. No one ever accused me of being too social, but I've barely even felt like getting online, much less going out. How am I so old when I'm only 27 25 3.0?

4. Moving is expensive, yo
Like, that's self-explanatory. This experience has me looking at my bank account reminiscing about the good old days.