A Place To Call My Own

Yesterday I went apartment hunting. A part of me was saying not to do it since I'm not stable enough to live in my own place, but another part of me said to look. That part of me was curious and had been curious ever since I moved out of my apartment in July. That curiousness was killing me so I knew it was time to look even if I can't afford it.

Picture From Yahoo and Not Apartments

There were two apartment complexes I went to. They were both located around the corner from me. I'd already heard about the niceness of one of the apartments. That was the one I was most curious about. However, the person we (a friend was with me) talked to did not let us see any of the rooms. However, we were able to get a tour of two places in the second apartment.

One was a one bedroom/one bath and the other was a two bedroom/two bath. Initially I wanted to see these places because I only wanted to take a look. However, seeing the rooms and the nice further has increased my longing.

Now I have millions of decorative ideas flying around in my head. In my mind I've already decorated my bedroom and the living room. I've planned where a bookshelf could go. I've planned where I could possibly put my music collection. I've planned all of these things and I think the majority of the planning happened when I was standing in the apartment looking around.

Just the thought of decorating a place excites me and saddens me at the same time. There's no way I can afford a place at the moment and there's no way I can be my happiest while living under my parents roof again. I just have to be patient, but until then I'll keep looking.

I'm really excited about having a place to call my own. It won't be like living in Tallahassee. It will be better.