I carried my last box into my new apartment. With my signature on the lease, everything was no official. After years of misery in my parents’ house and weeks of couch surfing, I finally had a place of my very own.
Somewhere I could sit in quiet solitude and reflect. Or eat pizza and binge reality television all day without anyone judging me.
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