The fourth new apartment in 12 months
This is it — the last “new apartment” I’ll have for at least nine months, if not a year. After this whirlwind of a shitshow of a blast of a year, what a weird thought. I’ll be sleeping in the same bed, hanging out with the same people, in the same city for the next nine months. Just saying that to myself gives me this little pit of anxiety in my stomach that makes me feel like throwing up.
Here goes senior year.
