My apartment is so tiny. It’s amazing that I’ve lived there as long as I have. I think I’ve only made it this long because I spend so much time at Kiefer Sutherland’s house.
Lately I find myself suffocating in my apartment. I know that the walls can’t actually be closing in on me because it would be impossible for the walls to get any closer than they already are.
The dirty dishes in the sink taunt me. “Nanny, nanny, boo-boo! No dishwasher for you!”
This apartment has served its purpose. It was cheap. It allowed me to pay off the Mephistopheles’s truck loan. And once that was paid off, the low-rent apartment funded my shopping habit and fueled my savings account.
I suspect it is nearly time to say goodbye to my lil’ apartment. Recently I decided that I’m tired of waiting for Kiefer Sutherland to be “ready” to live together. My own life is passing me by, and I’m just sitting in my lil’ apartment watching it wave at me.
I feel like my solutions are limited:
- Move into a bigger apartment. I hate moving. I’ve lived in 7 different houses/apartments in the past 6 years. My friends have run out of room in their address books.
- Break up with Kiefer and start looking for a new guy who moves faster. I’m not ready for this. This could be its own post with reasons I’m not doing this.
- Set up camp in the woods or a field. Then the entire outdoors is my home. Until the great outdoors comes with a shower and AC, this is not a feasible option.
- Buy a house.
So #4 appears to be the best option. I see a Pro Con List in my future. Anything you’d like to share?