Livin' on a prayer.
I made the leap. Went out into the world with nothing but an idea that I could sustain myself. I moved out. In this economy. Somehow in between daydreaming and finishing school, I became an adult. Who would have thought? And more than that, I became an adult that had to leave the bird's nest. Fly the coup. Say goodbye to free food. And I come bearing complaints and questions and advice. And more complaints, especially to people who have moved out on their own before me. Why didn't y'all tell me house hunting is the fun part? Because its all a money vaccum cleaner after that. That I should have enjoyed the looking and the "princess treatment" all the agents and landlords and caretakers were giving me to woo me to pick their place. The walking, the credit I used calling and calling, all the contacts I saved. Then once I found a house, why didn't anyone tell me that pad locks are expensive? And that mattresses are more expensive than beds. That transport will ...
