It’s the little things.
I’m sitting in my new apartment right now, my stuff strewn every which way, sweaty and tired. For the first time ever, I’m living alone. The space I’m sitting in right now is 100% mine and I can do what I want with it. This boggles my mind. I don’t know how to arrange my stuff; I’m missing crucial items such as a kitchen table and a microwave, but I figure I’ll accumulate these things in time.
Starting over is strange. Today I went to the grocery store and bought things I already had, things like aluminum foil and sandwich bags and olive oil and rice. It’s weird that I need to accumulate these things again. I have so much stuff I need to buy. I need trash cans and lamps and light bulbs to go in the lamps. I’ll have to purchase these things little by little, but eventually I’ll have what I need for this place. It’s just strange today, looking at my things, knowing that this place is mine.