It's been twenty days now since I moved in. Thoughts:
1. It's not as lonely as I thought it would be. Or maybe I'm just used to it. No problems with loneliness so far.
2. Cooking and cleaning takes up so much time. Being a housewife is a full ass time job (with kids at least).
3. Need more free time. I was going to decorate the walls myself, but I have no real time to make anything. Walls are just bare, maybe forever. Someone bring me some nice things to put up.
4. Desire to be balling slowly rising, sorta. I look around and all I see is the lowest grade of everything. (Cheapest table possible, cheapest tv possible, cheapest bed possible..etc) But so far still fine with it.