"Homeless girl finds home. Suddenly unsure of what to call herself."
I am not complaining. I have had the best three years ever. But since I moved out of my house in January 2010 I haven't had a home. I haven't bought groceries and put them in my fridge. I haven't had a mop let alone an address. The longest I lived anywhere was in a basement for seven months. Other than that, the longest was my parents' place for several weeks. And other than that, I haven't stayed anywhere longer than a few nights for THREE YEARS.
It was time to get serious in life again (read: out of money) and so I took a job with my old company and moved back to Minneapolis. I got a new apartment on March 5th and have been living with no furniture. This Tuesday I finally got some. On Thursday my buddy Neal hung all my art, and on Saturday my stored dining room table and chairs arrived. (Thank You, K and J).
Wanna see some pictures of my new place?!?
|Table is on loan from my mom and dad. I grew up eating cereal with five other kids on that thing, y'all.|