Well well, here we are. Its been a few months in the City of Angels and I finally have my own apartment. Feels like a fresh start to a new month with a place I can call mine. Tupac, Biggie, and Snoop are on the wall in all their (found in the hallway) glory and I now have the furry rug I've been feining for for months. Dom Kennedy and The Weeknd have kept me company the past few days. and even though its a pretty strange feeling spending time alone after having three roommates, I'm definitely excited about the change.
There's something about being able to decorate how I want and organize everything that just makes me much more motivated to work on myself. Myself as in doing my work and staying on top of what needs to be done but all in my own somewhat crazy manner. I even got up to do some homework before heading to my internship this morning instead of getting more slumber.
Obviously my new apartment and life aren't perfect (we all have our own issues and struggles, not to mention my ceiling leaked last night during the very rare California downpour) but I know its going to turn out quite alright. I don't think I could have imagined being in this moment even a year ago back in the suburbia of Washington. And oh, my birthdays coming up in less than two weeks.
I wouldn't mind a record player...