Sitting on the windowsill drinking tea. I have done this many times before, but this time it is different.
This time it is in MY house. I pay the rent, with zero (financial) help from my parents.
I guess I felt something similar when I was alone for the first time in Mitilini, on my first place there. Sure I wasn’t paying the rent back then but being alone in a house that for all intents and purposes was mine, was a feeling that I always notice.
I should get back to
procrastinating packing, I will once I finish my tea.
I believe I’ll be having many more like this. Here’s to 2015!