wow

so i spent all afternoon moving furniture from a 5th floor apt to my place. thankfully, i had the help of 2 guys. then i unpacked and rearrangd and as i look around, it doesnt even look like the same place. it looks like someone lives here. it looks like a home. its really weird. and i know own furniture. i dont know what to think about it. i feel very tied down. haha. and when i think of the future, i know i am gonna have to get rid of all of it when i move again. but sitting here in my living room, and in the process of cooking dinner, i feel like an adult. i feel different. its weird.

in france i had all kinds of stuff, furniture, cookware, but none of it was mine. i just moved into a furnished place and moved out when i was done. but crap-now ive got a lot of stuff.


ok off to eat dinner and fall asleep cause im really tired from moving stuff.