I think for the first time, while walking down the hallway to my apartment door, I became overwhelmed by the thought that I was going home to MY apt where I live on my own, and support all the bills and responsibilities that come along with it. I don't know if it was a sense of pride or whatever that overwhelmed me, but at 23, its definitely a weird and new feeling.
Granted, there are tougher days than most b/c you have more expenses being on your own. I'm actually enjoying the space I'm paying for now: I hang out and lounge on my couch (not only the bed), and I appreciate the kitchen on days I attempt to cook (still working on it). Of course, these moments only come on some weekends. On weekdays I'm busy being tired and catching up with chores and making tomorrow's lunch.
I found myself thinking "How come I was able to get better Christmas gifts last year?" since this year I seem to be struggling.. and I found my answer: Its cuz last Christmas I was living with my parents. Its SOOO sweet not to think about mortgage payments and maintenance. Some people just don't know how good they have it...
My hair is getting too heavy. I know this b/c I seem to be shedding more. What to do what to do.. Long hair is beautiful, but short hair is different (and definitely more manageable). But I gotta think of the facts -- my hair is too thick that it might just poof up like a chia pet if I get a bob cut.
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