I just had a Japanese friend who visited me at my apartment for the first time. She looked around the apartment and said, "You enjoy single life, huh?" Single, as in living alone in my own apartment rather than not having a significant other.
Is it really that obvious?
I look around my apartment and I realize that I have everything that I need. It's not so much a I'm-so-proud-of-my-material-wealth, but more along the lines that I'm satisfied with my living situation. I feel like I'm building my own home and I feel comfortable in it.
Everything else before hasn't felt like it was "mine" perse. When I lived with my parents, it was me being a part of something much bigger. And during college years, everything was just so impermanent. In my four years, I moved 5 times.
I'm not sure what the point is, but I guess I've finally established my home sweet home.. and just as I'm about to finish this entry, I realize that I'll be moving on and moving out in about 10.5 months. *Sigh.*
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