There are certain things that come with growing up that I just don’t want to do. As I’m getting ready to move out of my apartment and start traveling, I realized how much I’ve enjoyed having a non-grown-up life in this space.
The constant shortage of spoons. The bathroom door that never fully closed and the “we won’t look” comments at guests who used the bathroom. The fact that my kitchen, bedroom, living room and bathroom were all within ten steps apart. Mismatched sheets and bedding. That light bulb that just never got replaced. The coffee maker that only made two cups. The absence of a television. The Christmas lights that were used year-round. The nail on the wall that was used as the belt hanger. Two pots. One pan.
I will miss this place.