I've been searching for an apartment for months, which actually feel like years. Finally, after all this time, with a little help from my friends, I have a new apartment. A place to call home. A place to call mine. A sanctuary.
Pardon me for waxing lyrical, but I can hardly contain my excitement, and quite frankly, I don't wanna! I have always wanted to live on my own. I like my own company. I talk so much shit during the day, to customers and the general public, that when I come home I want quiet, peace, and a nice glass of wine while watching "Sex and the City" and cooking my dinner for one.
I simply can't wait to set up my place, sit on the verandah (with wine in hand) and muse "Hows the serenity"....
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