New Quarters

I have made a return to the land of independent living! After almost a year (11 and a half months) of travelling, visiting, house-sitting, loitering and general-vagabondness I have my very own dwelling place. A habitat all of my own. Technically this dwelling or habitat is the property of my landlord but in general terms I have my own apartment. And for the first time I will be living totally alone. No parents, no roommates, no housemates, no suitemates, no one. I get to have it alllllll to myself. I tend to think that roommates are good because of the whole safety thing and "personal growth" thing (nothing like a roommate to remind you that you aren't as perfect as maybe you were thinking you might be) but I am really looking forward to having my own place. And after a year of living with friends, parents, housesitting, etc. I'm thoroughly eager to be in my own abode.

Of course this means that I shall now have to pay many, many dollars each and every month to maintain this domicile and business is painfully slow, but I feel it is important for a young woman in her mid-twenties (nearly late twenties!) to not live at home indefiniteley. It is important from a general, theroretical perspective and even more important when dealing with the actual details of day-to-day living with one's parents. Don't get me wrong, my parents (all four of them) are rather fantastic, but I think it fairly likely that I might commit some act of violence upon them, myself, or even an innocent bystander if I were to inhabit the same space as them for an indefinite length of time.

And I'm hoping that the pressure of HAVING to make money to pay rent will make my business start to boom. The whole, "jump and the net will appear" or "the universe will provide" sort of thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm working very hard at luring clients into my clutches, it is just somewhat slow going. Now that I'm settled in my own place though I'll be able to spend more time doing all that cultivation and development stuff and we'll see where it goes. And there is always the knowledge that if I fail utterly my family and friends probably won't let me starve or live on the street. As it is I've pinched toilet paper, dish towels, random food stuff, cleaning supplies and so on from my parents. And I thoroughly intend to eat their food from time to time as well. So I guess my independent living isn't 100% independent, but how many people are actually 100% independent? No man is an island, right?

Once I get the place organized and put together I'll try to get photos up. No promises though.