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on my own

I dream of the day where I have a place of my own.

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. But boy, oh boy, am I ready to decorate my home the way I want to decorate it. 

I am ready to get the groceries every week and buy myself flowers (and yes, I realise there's nothing stopping me from doing that but since the pandemic started, I very rarely go to the store because we are limiting how many people leave the house).

I am ready to pay the bills and feel like an actual adult. 

I am ready to go to thrift stores and pick out cute furniture and decorations. I am ready to paint and refurb objects and spaces. 

I am ready to go to the gardening centre and load up on plants so that my home is full of greenery and life.

I am ready for my home to look like my Pinterest board.

I will say, though, that I have never done well on my own. So I am gonna need a roommate. And maybe a pet. (Definitely a pet). 

I can't wait to live with a friend or two. I'm sure at some point we'll get tired of each other, but after almost a year of not seeing them much, I would love to spend months straight with them. 

And then, when I'm ready to live alone, I am gonna relish in the fact that I can dance any time without judgement and sing — unless the neighbours complain... and they most definitely will.


this is the dream aesthetic and unfortunately not a reality.

mover awayer - hobo johnson



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