I finally moved out of my parent's house.
I literally packed up my little golden treasure of a car & was out by 2:50 pm on Monday.
It feels so surreal, still.
I'm stoked to be paying my own bills, there's definitely something wrong with me.
It had to be done though, & I know that this is necessary to better myself.
For the longest time I've dreamed & fantasized about moving out, and I finally did it.
I also happen to have the best roommate in all the land.
I am so genuinely happy right now, for the first time in a long time.
