Living alone is supposedly a true identifier of independence for an adult. It means that you’ve reached a certain level of financial stability, and that’s what everyone is typically looking for/after in life.
Well, I reached that point which was a bigger shock to no one other than myself. I lived with roommates, family, and then a few years ago I was able to finally move out on my own.
I had my own apartment with a big purple couch and blue walls (light blue of course), and flowers in as many places as I could have it.
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