Maybe it says something about what I Actually Want that the fantasy life always involves living somewhere else, or at least traveling in a way that lets me actually get to know places. Now that I'm inarguably in my twenties (doesn't it feel like 21 doesn't count? Like it was a fun little mini-era), I find myself getting really worked up about whether I will accidentally miss out on the things I want to do. Plus, I'm told (by... the internet? I guess?) that your early twenties are a good time to figure out what those things even are. So here I am, sitting cross-legged all day in my apartment, figuring it out and waiting for the world to open back up so I can test out my theories.
Here's where I'm at right now- in the last couple months I changed where I live and who I live with. In a span of two weeks at the end of June, I bailed out of an apartment in New York, found a new one in Austin, and moved into it, alone. I forget about the New York apartment all the time, but every now and then I give myself compliments for sending that email to the scary Greek broker and having the foresight to block his number. It's fine, there was no financial exchange or anything- the breakup had weirdly good timing. But wow, I had to block the number of a Greek real estate broker in New York City the day after ending a long-term relationship! And two weeks later, I was sleeping on a mattress loaned to me by the store until they delivered the real one, to my new but very unfurnished home.
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