now there’s an anniversary that makes me feel kind of old! nevermind that this june was ten years since i left highschool–today, july 5, is the ten-year mark of when i moved into my first apartment.
it was a one bedroom suite behind the tim horton’s in my hometown (read: at the very edge of the town!) and i paid $460 rent. it had terrible brown carpets and a balcony that looked out onto a forest. the first night i was there, i cried. it felt so good to be on my own, but it was also sad that i’d left my family home. it was a line i could not cross.
that first summer was so lovely! i was seventeen and so excited to be on my own. i could cook grilled cheese sandwiches, at mightnight, in my underwear! i could dance around to loud music while ironing! LIFE WAS GOOD
since then, i have lived in edmonton, calgary, vancouver, and san diego. but now i’m back in van with my funny orange cats and the same couch from my first apartment and a massive tea collection and my balcony looks at a giant maple tree and i can still make grilled “cheese” in my underwear at midnight. if i want.