I got an apartment!
Yes, I am moving out of my parents’ house. (I know, “But living with your parents is so trendy…”)
During one hangover last weekend, my parents driving me to get my car in Encinitas after a $45 taxi ride the night before, and I just decided that this was all so ridiculous. Living in the ‘burbs with my ‘rents, I was mentally/physically/emotionally handicapping m’self, and it’s not like I’m 22.
So I found this cute, breezy little studio in La Jolla. New, redone bathroom, little garden, and all. Entrance in an alley!
I can ride my bike to the grocery store, dance studio, bar, beach, etc.! I can walk up the street to my friend Erin’s. Let’s be honest, I can walk to the liquor store. Could life get any better?
I move in in a few weeks.
P.S. My parents aren’t driving me nuts in the least, and I will definitely miss the free everything, and the space and the major quiet, but…I am an adult. Alas! Time to move out!
P.P.S. We told my grandma where the studio was. She said, “Is that safe?” Okay, my grandma lived two blocks from there when my dad was a baby. That just goes to show…old people question everything!