There are nights as I wander off to bed ensuring that the lights are turned off and the doors are locked that I honestly feel as though I am lucky to have what I have. I still feel as though I am 8 years old decorating my cardboard box, making a bed for my stuffed bunny Sofia to sleep next to me.
It seems as though I am playing house.
Now though, Sofia has been put away safely in a box of her own and if it were to rain my house will not go soggy- it's that same feeling though. That same thrill of excitement of knowing that I am on my own. I like to pay my bills (truth). I like to do the dishes and make things in my slow cooker because that's what adults do. Will this ever grow old and grow up? I know I'll grow old but will I grow up?
I look forward to the day that I will live with someone again. Not a roommate (no offence Steve, you were an amazing roommate!), but a lover.
Hopefully they will share the same twinge of excitement I have for paying the electrical bill.
Oh! And they won't wear short shorts with white socks and loafers while cooking me breakfast.
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