I still haven't re-connected with my possible soul mate, but there are plenty of others who could take his place. sadly, I have not met them yet.
My apartment is beautiful and new. It has carpet, which I have wanted my whole life. It's the kind you can squish your toes around in. You can tell which building is mine by the giant, inflatable Bacardi bottle on the house next door. Suffice it to say that my mother is simultaenously scared and excited (if only because now she has an excuse to go to the beach a lot).
If spending three days with my mom has taught me anything, it's that it's definitely time to move out. I love her, but I need to get away.
luckily, I am. yay!