On Saturday night, I was lying in bed reading comics, and wondering whether or not I should go out. But I was so comfortable being home... and on my 17th Anniversary of living in my apartment (I moved in July 4th in '92) it felt right to just celebrate by being home, alone. It was that way when I first moved in, and I was surrounded by my stuff as I heard the fireworks go off in the distance, and I decided, no, I want to be here amidst the unsettled clutter, living in my very own space for the very first time in my life. How perfect, since it was my own private independence day.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Independence
On Saturday night, I was lying in bed reading comics, and wondering whether or not I should go out. But I was so comfortable being home... and on my 17th Anniversary of living in my apartment (I moved in July 4th in '92) it felt right to just celebrate by being home, alone. It was that way when I first moved in, and I was surrounded by my stuff as I heard the fireworks go off in the distance, and I decided, no, I want to be here amidst the unsettled clutter, living in my very own space for the very first time in my life. How perfect, since it was my own private independence day.
Great anecdote! So genuinely pleasant.
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