No, it’s not that I used up all my Era laundry detergent.
It’s just that I moved out.
20 Years. 20 YEARS I have lived in the same house. We moved
there when I was 3 months old so I don’t’ count that. I have never moved I have
never really lived on my own. (Besides living in the dorms with 40 other girls
and a Resident Director). This is the real deal. Paying bills, real deal. And I
am nervous.
Of course I don’t show that I am nervous. What good would
that do me? Move out and realize that I can’t do it.
The house is great. It’s great except that it was supposed
to be cleaned by the last tenants but apparently they have way different
standards than I do, or of any for that matter. Let’s just say that that every
time I walk across the floor my feet still get dirty.
So tonight is the first night. And I want to go to bed but
there is a cute boy in the house finishing cleaning the carpets. And it is
loud. So I am writing this blog to make it seem like I am really invested in
something, so that it is not awkward. But it seems to be making it more
awkward.
No Internet. No people. No sound. Everything else. One week.
Here goes nothing.
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