My father left this morning.
He didn’t even bother to wake me up and say goodbye.
By the time I got up at 6:00 he was gone.
I love my apartment!
It’s probably the nicest place I’ll ever live for the cost.
It’s cute and perfect for me and the amount of stuff I brought. I’m really happy with it. Now, if that blasted futon would just arrive so I could sleep on something other than a leaking air mattress everything would be perfect!
Seeing James every day is pretty much amazing. I’m still riding on that bliss. I’m sure soon it won’t be enough and I’ll be whining that I want him to live here with me or some such nonsense. But for right now it’s great!