I’m going to miss…
As I’ve mentioned repeatedly, I’m sure, I’m getting ready to move in with my parents. Long story about how I came about this decisions… sometimes, in fact, I’m not even sure why I’m moving, besides the financial reasons… but it’s too late now. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the things I’ll miss about having and living in my own apartment. I mean, this apartment has been mine and mine alone for over 2 years… it’s a lot to get used to.
Now, I know… I’m sure there are some benefits to living at home. And I’ll touch on them, probably after I’ve experienced them. But here are the things I’m going to miss about living alone:
- Being able to stay in my pajamas until mid-afternoon.
- Sleeping IN til mid-afternoon. Okay, just kidding I don’t sleep in that late. But I have a feeling past 9am might not fly with the parents.
- Being able to leave the house without telling anyone where I’m going.
- Being able to come back into the house without having to tell anyone where I’ve been.
- Not having to explain to anyone why I don’t feel like going out (yes, I can see this coming up).
- My DVR. My parents have one downstairs but my dad has already filled it up. Although I might see about getting one for my room… is that possible?
- Eating whenever I want. Granted, this might be better for my getting healthy idea, but sometimes I’m just not in the mood for breakfast. Sometimes I’m not hungry for lunch at noon. Sometimes I like the most random things to eat.
- My stuff. Most everything that I’m not using is going into storage so I have to say goodbye (temporarily, but still) to my my bed, my pretty dishes with the polka dots, my lovely red couch…
- Space. Right now I have a one bedroom apartment to enjoy… I’m about to end up with just a bedroom to call my own. Yes, the whole house is accessible but for privacy, it’s just the bedroom.
- My cat’s current personality. She’s used to this apartment, she feels at home here and she rarely hides. She has her usual spot on the couch, follows me around, curls up with me at night… I know it’ll take her some time to get used to my parent’s house but I’m worried that she’ll quit sleeping with me, quit spending time with me.
- Peace and quiet. My dad watches the TV with the volume turned way up, my mom talks on the phone loudly… and they both don’t seem to stay in one place. My mom is up and down, in the kitchen, over to the couch, back to the kitchen, upstairs to her room…. my cat and I can sit on the couch quietly for quite some time without any problems. She startles easily when she’s at my parent’s house because she’s not used to all the noise and movement. Heck, even I startle easily when I’m there.
Sigh.
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