On My Own

I often feel that most of my people who are in my age bracket are pretty far ahead of me on the grown-up scale. Like, kids and houses and making consequential-type decisions. I'm a late bloomer. But move over all of you, because Heidi's got her own place!

I can't officially move in yet due to red tape, blah, blah, blah, official move-in date, etc. which is too boring to write down. But I do have the keys and the former tentant has vacated.

So I visited yesterday and danced around and walked through all of the rooms (all two of them, plus a bathroom and foyer and closet of a kitchen). It's not big or luxurious, but it's just for me. And the thing is, as soon as I walked in, I wanted to protect it. I wanted to get out a bucket of soapy water and clean everything, washing away its past to make room for my future. Sappy, I know. But exciting.