I realise that sometimes I take being an adult too seriously. My friend and I are currently in the process of moving out of our apartment and I’ve been stressed about this for the months prior just because I want it all to go by smooth and organized. It’s not and it’s the best thing ever.
We still have the apartment until the end of the month but already started moving stuff, so we’re currently living in a semi-furnished place with half-filled cardboard boxes and half-build furniture. My room is just one huge pile of clothes and things that have yet to be packed and all that’s left in my friend’s room is a mattress and her guitar. We don’t have class or anything else to do really, so I’ve spent most of the day alternating between lying on the floor and lying on the couch (the only thing left in the living room) and the occasional packing fit when the motivation came by, while my friend’s been playing guitar and singing.
I was so stressed about all this that I forgot to let go and have fun. Now we’re in the middle of turning the empty living room into a pillow fort so I can introduce her to my favorite TV show over a bottle of wine and really it’s a mess, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy and relaxed.
