YEAH! (happy dance ensues)
Amazing, but finally, after owning a house for 3 years, I am alone in it!
I finally have a house of my own.
Yes, it sucks to afford it, but it's mine all mine.
Home sweet alone.
I have turned my brother's old bedroom/the boyfriend's game and TV room into my office.
I have turned Kade's old bedroom/the semi guest bedroom/the office into a bonafide guest bedroom with gorgeous bedding and beautiful bookshelves lined to the hilt with books.
I can walk around naked and not be self conscious . . . or oggled.
I can wake up, wrap myself in a comforter, stagger to the couch, lay still and read all day long.
I can vacuum at 3 AM.
I can listen to heavy metal at decibels that would kill dogs as I get ready for work - at 5 AM.
I can finally eat dessert without someone telling my mom I eat sugar all day or someone who claims to "love" me saying "Do you really need that cake?"
I can finally relax.
I can finally be me.
Oh dear sweet lord, heaven itself can't be this good.
Is it possible to have this much childish glee yet feel like a real adult for the first time in your life?