Lessons from living on my own

1) Life is a constant battle—against expiration dates. Used to be, back when my sister and I lived with our folks, that we could pretty much buy any food, in whatever quantity was even remotely reasonable, and it’d be devoured before it started growing things. Not even close, now. While the most that’s gone bad on me has been some grapes and an onion, I find I’m cutting my milk and bread expirations much closer than I’d like.

2) Mopping is a pain in the ass. (I knew this before; I’ve just reaffirmed it.) Sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, washing dishes, scrubbing counters and sinks, cleaning toilets (provided they’re my own)… I’m cool with that. Give me what I need to get the job done, and I’ll do it. But sweet jeebus do I hate mopping.

3) It gets awfully quiet without others around, which is why the drunk guy outside yelling WOOOoooOOOOO!!! was created. Thank you, drunk guy. You’ve done your service well. Now please go home.

4) Some things are still shipped by train. And all the trains that pass through town—more than I ever imagined—go by my apartment. (Fun times!)

 

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