Living Out

Have been in my new place for a couple of months now, and loving every minute of it.

Despite the occasional worry that I will slip and fall in the shower and my slowly decomposing body is only discovered by my annoyed neighbours a couple of days later, I'm generally really enjoying the freedom to just do whatever I want whenever I want to do it. That I can watch endless episodes of Heroes or Prison Break or that I can decorate my place exactly the way I want it or whatever. Everything is just me. And I love it.

Freedom is underrated.

Ok, going to make a cup of coffee now. Sumatran. Whee!