As you know, I’m living in my parents’ basement, and as you can probably imagine, I’m anxious to get out on my own again. My parents have been wonderful and I’m beyond lucky that they’ve let me live here for the past (egads!) eleven months. That said, I’m getting antsy to have my own place.
When I moved to Mexico I left the majority of my belongings in my parents’ garage, which worked out well when I moved back. All my furniture was already here so I hauled it to the basement and set up a mini-apartment. The only household things I brought to Mexico, and then left there, were for the kitchen.
I decided a couple months ago that it’d make sense to buy things here and there, so I’d hopefully avoid a huge shopping bill when I’m also putting down a security deposit, getting cable/internet, and stocking a fridge with food. Well this past weekend I bought a couple big items: pots & pans and a set of dishes. When I carried the humongous boxes into the house my dad asked if I had an apartment someplace he didn’t know about.
I replied, “If I build it, it will come.”
Also, this is the very first set of new dishes I’ve ever owned!