(And actually so did Levent on the very same day. Last Thursday was a long day).
The need to live by myself was too great when suddenly the small, baby, tiny house that is (ironically) across the street from where my sister used to live. So here I am back on a different corner of Knott and Streeter. Weird.
It makes me miss my sister, but I guess no more so than I already do. I wish she was here to help me figure out how to decorate this semi-dilapidated and what in the world I should do with all of my stuff and about zero percent storage space.
As I continue to settle in, I will take more photos.
I need my Dad here to building me things.
Being an adult is hard.
|Life among the weeds|