APARTMENT TO MYSELF

For a whole week.

I am going to wear hideous t-shirts,  and spend way too much time doing my hair for no one.  Going to watch terrible, terrible girl movies and drink cheap wine. Will hoop at midnight and have nachos for breakfast.

Getting time to myself as an adult, with all those pressures they warned us about, feels just as amazing as being home alone as a kid. The reflection of yourself through someone else’s eyes is suddenly gone.  No one is watching, so cue the silly  and subtle rebellion of junk food and staying up late. (A mini break from who you are supposed to be.)

FUCK this is going to rule.