Having moved into a new place a week ago, I’ve realised something.
I want my own place.
It’s not that my flatmate it bad. He seems all right. But I prefer the place without him. You see, he’s a pilot…but he doesn’t fly international. However, he has been away a couple of nights due to some training and I’m loving it.
I love that I can do my own thing.
I love that I don’t have to worry about another person being around.
Sadly, the antisocial me, also loves not having to make small talk.
I think it settles it.
I can’t wait to save up enough to get a place by myself. I’d prefer spending more to have that privacy and solitude and scrimp on other stuff.
But for now, I can only dream.
And hope. That dreams do come true…
Until next time,