All I ever wanted when I moved into this apartment back in July of 2006, was a place to stay for 3 months until i found something on my own. After 4 months, my roommate let me stay indefinitely. When he moved out it became mine with a boyfriend, long before I was ready to live with a boyfriend. 2 dogs and a million fights later we broke up, and my best friend of 7 years moved in. I almost gave it all up in February of this year. The rent control. The convenience of West Hollywood. The shot at my own home.. Now I'm glad I didn't.
As unbelievably sad as I am that Ry moved out of state at 4am, this is exactly where I am supposed to be. Ugly, ugly cry this morning at the airport followed by all-day panic attacks and naps led me to move back into the smaller and softer room, turn the master into an amazing office, pick up groceries, and even make fruit salad.
Each room still holds physical pieces of my 5 years here that I cannot let go of: Kevin's bath mat. Aaron's bookshelves. Jasons chocolate bowl. And ryan's canned food and Midevil Times cups from his 30th. The floors were laid with love with funding from our creative hard work. The iced coffee recipe has been perfected with our weekly trial and error. And the patio? Remains unused except by cricket to tan like an Italian tourist lady. And for the first times since I moved in a half decade ago, the history of this space makes me proud. It's mine. On my own. The dogs have a bed in each room. I have a bathtub or a shower, my choice every morning. I can keep hoarding Christmas gifts for years. And I can kind of even afford the rent...kind of. I cant go out anymore, but party's at my house y'all. Bring a casserole and Charles Shaw. I got a pool. And parking's free after 6.
I'm so grateful. I'm so proud. I listened to what I knew was right for me. And the world is answering with love. It works if you pay attention.
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