Well Then, Open Your Eyes And Believe In Me…

Several years ago, my mom and I were living in an apartment building, with a kitty and (for several months) no computer. We never had a couch or more than one suitable chair for watching TV in. We didn’t have a kitchen table or stools to eat at the island while perched upon.

We had one parking space and a balcony that looked out on the back of a Shell station, and there was one day during the summer we lived there that was divinely hot and it poured rain that should’ve steamed when it hit the pavement and it was always warm in our apartment, even in -30 Celsius weather. I drank a slim-fast every morning on the way to school and took effexor and we used china that we got from our neighbour who didn’t want it because it held bad memories for her.

I mentioned, I think, that I’m looking around at apartments in hopes of moving out sometime reasonably soon. Living with my family, as I said in my last entry, is becoming harder and harder everyday; specifically my aunt is the problem. Anyways.

The reason I mentioned the apartment my mom and I lived in is because that’s the one that I’m interested in. But this time, not two bedrooms, just one. It’s a good building, and I really did like living there. There’s a bus route that runs less than block away, and it’s just about 15 blocks from where I work right now.

I like the place. For $850 – 870, depending on availability, I could live there again. Me myself and I, and maybe a kitty.

A girl can dream. And hope. And put a plan into action.

– believe in me – rooney –