Little Girl, Big City

It happened. I moved out on my own. I moved to SLC last weekend. A few weeks ago I started looking for a place closer to my job. The two hour daily commute was starting to kill me (along with jumping gas prices and the fear of getting behind the wheel-thank you accident..) I'd checked out a few places on my own, but my mom and I decided to go look together one Saturday. She wanted to make sure I was going to be somewhere safe. I had looked at a place in Sugar House that I really loved, but wanted to check out a few others just to make sure I was in the right place. The first place my mom and I looked at instantly became my favorite and now my home. It's a cute 2 bedroom just down the street from my job. Right now it feels like more room than I actually need, but I'm looking forward to having an office. The price was right around where I wanted to be and the details of it were perfect. The only thing I have to worry about other than rent is electricity. You can't beat that. It was also the same price as the one bedroom I liked in Sugar House, but this one allows me to have my own washer and dryer, which is saving me tons too (or it will once I actually do laundry.)

Even though it is really quiet, I love having a place of my own. I'm really in a decorating mood, which is good and bad. I've never been crafty, but suddenly I want to make a bunch of decor things and decorate the bare walls. I'm not sure how well these ideas I have are going to translate or even if I'll stay in this mood long enough to actually make them, but I want to have things here. I've hung up what I used to have in my room at my parents so my bedroom and office don't look so empty. The living room is a completely different story. I have a vision of how I want it to look. The struggle is now just finding the things to make it look that way and not go broke in the process. That's probably why I only have my bed, dresser, and couch (which almost didn't fit through the doorway to get into my apartment) to count as furniture. 

Part of me wants to post pictures, but right now it still kind of looks like a hotel room, minus the cheap art reproductions. I don't even have those. 

I still don't feel like this place is permanent. I think it's because I'm so used to moving in and out of apartments from school. Thankfully, I don't have to deal with roommates and can keep things the way I like them. That's probably the best part, right after my walk in closet and the five minute drive to work. Maybe I just need more time being here. It hasn't even been a week.

All these adult things are happening and I don't know how I feel. I moved out on my own. I walk at graduation on Saturday. Basically, my young life is over. I have to be a grown up now. Someone stop time!