I cannot wait to move out. My new bedroom is looking nice, right? Look at that view! Staying with my folks got old quick. I’ve been here for just about a year, but after five years on my own at college, give me a break—I can’t take this anymore.
I’m the guy who doesn’t bring much to any equation. I got clothes, a nice stereo, plenty of books, a computer, and that’s about it. My roommates seem pretty sure they could cover the furniture, plates, and whatnot. But it’s been so long since I’ve been out on my own I forgot the stuff I really need. I’m gonna wait until I move in. I don’t want to buy a bunch of crap and not have a use for it—like at college when I bought a blender thinking I was going to make mad margaritas, which happened about once.
I’m a little nervous. Not about the place or living with my friends, but about the neighbors. Neighbors make the place. Without chill neighbors, the best apartment becomes bogus. I’m worried about two things, neighbors who are too loud during the week and neighbors who don’t know how to chill on the weekends–and it’s not like I’m a crazy goon anymore either, I mean I just want to be able to have a few people over after the bars once in awhile on the weekends. We’re not that loud, but some sallies out there are real uptight—these are the types that hate hearing good times coming from next door. On the flip side though, I don’t want crazies next door to me partying all late during the week. That’s bogus, crazy bogus.