I hate living here.
I want a place of my own, or at least a place with people who have decency and intelligence. A place where I can feel comfortable hanging out in any room at any time. A place I actually want to invite friends to hang out at and spend time in. A place that doesn’t have a fucking alarm to set every single time I leave. Honestly, all I need is a place I can call home.
It has been years since I’ve had a consistent place to come home to that I enjoyed. I loved living at Matt’s house and would go back in a heartbeat if I had a chance…I always had this picture of my life at 24 where I had graduated APU and moved home (or somewhere away from LA), gotten a good job, and found an apartment of my own to stay in. Instead, I downgraded from my apartment at school and am renting a tiny room full of furniture that is not my own in a house that I would much rather not be a part of. Tyler is a great friend of mine and I could probably live with him in an apartment or even this house if it weren’t for his dad. He just makes it so awkward all the time though.
I can not wait until I am making enough money to live on my own.
