I'm An Adult

I recently moved into my first apt with my boyfriend. This feeling is of sheer gratitude equipped with an inexhaustibable amount of responsibilities. I am picky when it comes to decor; it's in my blood. My mother renovates her homes like it's a career. Love that woman. I have paint in places on my body that are unspeakable.

I feel terrible when I take time to catch up on a Netflix show or to take a daytime nap because there's always something that can be done to improve our home. After summer school, quitting a crappy job and declaring my independence from my terrible, awful college roommate, I feel liberated!