Co habitation

The week has been ... strange.

On Monday the moving van came in. The arctic vortex and a flash blizzard caused my stuff to arrive a week later than expected. So in the mean time I had become very acquainted with sleeping on hard wood floors.

Scratch that.

I started sleeping on an air mattress which progressively  deflated to the hard wood floor.

But alas my week of torture has come to an end.  And one couch, a futon and twenty boxes later. I finally feel at home.

But that's where I come to the point of this post.

Forced change.

Living on my own has forced me to form habits I never typically would do on my own. I'm

I've learned to clean aggressively an apartment where plates are left out. I've found myself adjusting furniture in a way that provides more function than pleasure.

I've developed a budget and sought out what needs to be sacrificed and what is needed.

I love my roommates to death and sometimes I wonder if different personalities will lead to inflict

I'm sure it will but I always hope that the contrasts don't lead to problems.

My girlfriend is now here and she has caused me to become very protective and considerate off her.

I feel like I have more responsibility now and notepad of being stressed im proud. I just want to maintain stability.

I find myself not needing to stay out late or go to parties and that's okay with me,