I’ve lived with my sister so long, that she’s fussing over me moving out on my own like I’m one of her kids. I’ve lived with a roommate before, but this will be my first place with just me and…my lack of furniture. I kinda like the adventure of it.
It’s heartwarming. Shay gave me pantry staples because she’s worried about my cupboards being bare. She gave me the toaster because “You’re the only one uses it anyway” She gave me glass ovenware because “You don’t even have pans yet”
Apparently I’ve gone and growed up on her. I was feeling nervous but, suddenly, I know I have the support I need to be just fine. I’m gonna be alone, but not really alone at all.