Plusses

I thought I would really miss my family when I moved out... and sometimes I do get a little lonely. But you know what was nice? After eating dinner at my parents' house Sunday night, I got to leave. I hope that doesn't sound mean-- I do love my family and spending time with them. But just when it got to the point where I'd normally just go into my little bedroom and hibernate for a few hours, I got to get in my little Civic and drive to an entire apartment that is just my own.

• Where I walk around naked sometimes (WITH the blinds closed!)
• Where I fuss with the tissue box to make sure the seam is in the back
• Where I fluff the pillows on the furniture I bought with my own money
• Where I eat cereal with low fat Coffeemate because milk goes sour too quickly
• Where I get 11pm booty calls with no shame (because, hey, he's my boyfriend)
• Where I still have not unpacked my bedroom
• Where I say, mostly to myself, "Sorry, Lady Downstairs," when I drop something heavy
• Where I think of things I'd like to do to spiffy up the place (new obession: strips on which to hang my pots and pans, a' la Beth & Merideth's kitchen- A trip to IKEA had me thinking about it already, but that pic sealed the deal.)
• Where I hang a list on the fridge of things for Dad to help me with next time he comes over (ex: mount coffee pot under cabinets, hang shelving for S&P shaker collection)
• Where I call Mom at least once a day to ask a question about something