Well, the loan from my mom has now cleared, so I've started the process of looking for an apartment of my own. I hit three places today, some complexes that were what I could find easily via the web. A friend's saved the Sunday paper for me, so I can look over the listings of non-complexed apartments for this week.
It's a little strange for me to realize that in so many ways, I'm a very easy person to satisfy, when I'm by my own. It's not that my standards are low, rather I think I don't really have any. I've really never lived on my own. (And I'm not counting the year and a half in Mercer and Terry dorms.) Even in the short period of time after G and I had broken up, before I officially started seeing B, I didn't spend very much time in that studio in Chicago, and I really wasn't alone.
Sometimes it's very odd for me, who's only a little shy of 30, to realize that in some ways, I'm woefully inexperienced. What some people take for granted, I treat as a brand new encounter in life. It's a learning process, I admit, but of a kind that I'm really not used to... (Who me, book-learned? Nah.) I guess the path I'm on feels mighty odd, somedays.
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