Ok so I just feel like bitching a bit so bear with me.
I HATE where I live. I don’t like the city but what I’m really talking about is the apartment I live in. When I moved back up here to live with my boyfriend it was with the understanding that we would try and get our own place together, alone. And I was SUPER excited about that.
So I move up here in January with no where to live but my boyfriends best friend said we could live with him and his mom, they love me so no biggie.
It was ok because I was under the impression it would be temporary. Flash foward 4 months and I am still living here. In a tiny two bedroom apartment with four people.
I feel no sense of comfort here, even when I have the house to myself. I hate feeling uncomfortable in the place I’m supposed to call home. I hate having all my things in boxes and not being able to access 85% of it and I hate using other peoples things.
I’ve been trying to do a bit of cooking lately, posts to come, and I’ve had to use our friends mom’s kitchen equipment which is, how do I say..cheap? It’s not very good quality stuff, the knifes barely cut cucumbers.
Plus the house is cluttered! My boyfriends friends mom is a pack rat. Mess and clutter bothers me so again its just more stressed added onto an already stressful situation.
I just want to feel comfortable and I can’t. My boyfriend doesn’t love the situation but its okay for him. And at this point theres no point in finding a place of our own because we are hoping to move in late May/june. Not sure where too yet but I don’t want to live here anymore I just can’t deal with it.
I am extremely grateful that we are allowed to live here and that we have a place to live at all, that’s a privilege many don’t have.