I'm in my new apartment now. It's been costly, this road back to independence, but on Sunday, looking around at all my books in their places, wearing clean clothes and eating pot noodles, I figured that it was worth it.
I've had to sell a bunch of stuff, but as a very wise woman once said to me when I was using returning her stuff to her as an excuse to see her one last time, "Fuck it, John, it's only stuff."
Indeed.
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