Settling In... Maybe

With 4 moves in the last 8 months, between provinces even, I feel like a nomad. I should just get a small tipi and a horse and travel around the plains with a stray dog for company. Maybe pick up a baby skunk and raccoon as little pets along the way... train a raven to hunt for me.

I finally set up my own bed and desk in my room at my friend's new house. My desk set up is badass, and makes my room look more like a permanent residence than a temporary crash pad. My bed is as shit as I remember though. I have my sweet red oriental patterned carpet down on the floor, it brings a lot of color to theroom, considering I haven't painted my room (like my roommate said I could) because she painted the bathroom a really bright, really girly color (I'll mention that this is the bathroom on my end of the house, that she doesn't have to look at several times a day), and doesn't want "too much color at one end of the house". Well then don't fucking paint every room, including the hallway, an extreme color! Frack! I was even going to compromise and paint my room something lighter, just a tint of color, but noooo, now she wants me to paint it fucking grey. Fan-fucking-tastic. At least I have lots of bright accessories and things to brighten it up.

I cannot wait until I rent/own my own place that I know I will be at for several years, and that I have the freedom to decorate in my own way. I hope sometime I can take over our family's condo and redo the whole thing, except for the kitchen, which I did in the first place.

I. Can. Not. Wait. To live on my own.

Push Push Push

It seems everyone in my life is pushing me to get a job, any job, right this fucking minute, when I am perfectly happy doing my independent contract thing. Sure, I'm not saving up yet, but I don't need to. I'm not at that stage in my life like all my other friends that are settling down and want to get married and pop out some rugrats. I don't even know If I'm staying in the province, let alone the country yet!