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"I'm too happy alone!"
Jun. 9th, 2010 10:00 pmAs of yesterday (when I wanted to post this, but IJ was being a bitch), I've officially been in my apartment for two months. I don't know if I've talked about it before, but I'm well and truly in love with the little place. It's so cute! So perfect for me (minus the lack of decent outlets). I still haven't done any real decorating, with the exception of two posters on the walls, and a new plushie and my Tezu-Renji mini-shitajiki (which, let's be honest, stays on the Renji side all the time) on some of the shelves. I brought a bunch of posters, but haven't bothered putting them up yet. Ah, and my new growing collection of doujinshi (because I have to replace all the ones I sold? .^^ ) is starting to take up another shelf, but that doesn't really count as a decoration.
After two months, I still haven't used the bathtub, and still don't know what to do with that little alcove that I love so much (besides turn it into a sniper lookout). I still don't have any garbage cans, and one of the closets is virtually empty. Yet, it still feels utterly like home. The solitude and peace it gives me is exactly what I've been looking for my whole life! Can you imagine?
Since I've been here, I've not once been woken up by screaming shitheads yelling or singing or throwing stuff right outside my door, or jumping and pounding on the ceiling above my head. The bathroom door is open or closed as I see fit, and the toilet paper is never left with only four squares on the roll. And there's never any piss on the toilet seat! And shit is flushed every time! I love it! I don't have to wait until the place is clear to take doll pictures, I can walk around topless all I want, and I never have to feel awkward going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, knowing there's someone sitting there listening to me. There's always a place to park [my bike], and I don't have to worry about getting blocked in or hit with a lawnmower.
Oh, cute apartment in Chikusei. Where have you been all my life?
Maybe in a few more months, or a year or whatever, the novelty will wear off. Maybe right now I'm just overly excited, since it's my first time really really living alone, but... I'm unstoppably happy with my cute, little home.
After two months, I still haven't used the bathtub, and still don't know what to do with that little alcove that I love so much (besides turn it into a sniper lookout). I still don't have any garbage cans, and one of the closets is virtually empty. Yet, it still feels utterly like home. The solitude and peace it gives me is exactly what I've been looking for my whole life! Can you imagine?
Since I've been here, I've not once been woken up by screaming shitheads yelling or singing or throwing stuff right outside my door, or jumping and pounding on the ceiling above my head. The bathroom door is open or closed as I see fit, and the toilet paper is never left with only four squares on the roll. And there's never any piss on the toilet seat! And shit is flushed every time! I love it! I don't have to wait until the place is clear to take doll pictures, I can walk around topless all I want, and I never have to feel awkward going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, knowing there's someone sitting there listening to me. There's always a place to park [my bike], and I don't have to worry about getting blocked in or hit with a lawnmower.
Oh, cute apartment in Chikusei. Where have you been all my life?
Maybe in a few more months, or a year or whatever, the novelty will wear off. Maybe right now I'm just overly excited, since it's my first time really really living alone, but... I'm unstoppably happy with my cute, little home.
