Bittersweet

• I'm in Minneapolis.
• I found an apartment.
• I start my job in a couple weeks.
• I'm shopping for furniture.
• I'm going to Puerto Rico.

 

All of this should be making me very happy, and it is, technically. But I'm also really sad about having to be a grown-up and why can't I just live with my parents and secretly take pictures of my dad looking out the window through his binoculars for the rest of my life?

 

 

 

 

I moved out of their house on Thursday at precisely 12:14pm. Check this out:

*sob*