Some of you know that I recently had a change of address. Unable to continue affording my last apartment (or, rather, unwilling and unable to continue accepting financial assistance from my parents), I have recently moved in with a friend of my boyfriend's and am renting out her spare bedroom for a few months while I attempt to find a better solution.
And I have not gone quietly. I'll admit it. I've been a giant baby about this move. Once you get used to living alone like I have been doing at my last two permanent residences (ignore the 2 months of Flight Attendant training and 7 ensuing months of homelessness), it is very difficult to reconcile yourself with the idea of having a roommate again. I am, of course, incredibly grateful to her for taking me in. She did not have to, but hopefully the next four months will be mutually beneficial. Meanwhile, my body is acclimating to the new surroundings. Experience (and being a generally deep sleeper) has taught me that in a couple of weeks I will no longer awaken at the sound of her 5:00 A.M. showers or the dogs following her around the house before she leaves for work. For now, if I'm lucky enough to be sleeping in that day (never a guarantee in my line of work), I stretch, roll over, and bury my head under a pillow.
…while silently thinking to myself how much I miss my studio.