November 1st, 2007
So moving out of your parents’ apartment and into your own place can be quite jarring, especially if you are 24 years old.
For me there were a lot of adjustments to be made and a lot of packing to be done. My whole life I slept on a twin bed and now I would have to go get a big boy bed.
When I walked into Sleepy’s it was like walking into a used car dealership. Who the hell knew there were different types of beds? The guy was like whatkind do you want?
“Uhhh, the cheap kind.”
He wasn’t amused. I ended up settling on a bed that the salesman guaranteed would “get me laid.”
I got a nice full bed, slept in it for the first time last night and, honestly, it was too much bed for me. I slept like in the corner in the fetal position holding a pillow. I understand why people get married now, so they don’t waste their bed. I am thinking of posting on Craigslist to see if anyone wants to lease 1/2 to 2/3’s of a bed. Might as well make some money off of the extra space.
And if I get a girlfriend, I can lease the whole space - as I will sleep at her place!!
Also, you need to get a bunch of stuff you always took for granted – toilet paper, silverware, pots, pans, condoms, hookers.
I guess the cool thing about moving out is now when I meet a girl I don’t have to say “So do you want to go back to your place or your place?”
Also, by not living at home I can buy a lot of beer and keep it in the fridge without my mom thinking I am an alcoholic. Plus, I never have to clean my room, unless I get a girlfriend and she wants to do it - but one thing at a time.
But I might miss living at home. I might miss having people do my cooking and my laundry. It was like having maids and cooks but they were related to me. Man, that was cool.







