Aaaaaaaaaah

So, this is exciting. I'm renting an apartment. No more dorm life woohoo! Living life by my own ways.
ohmygod what am I doing?!

So, I'm a senior at NAU, and I've lived in a dorm for four years now, and it's about fricken time I have my OWN room with my OWN door I can close and open as I see fit. It's very exciting mind you. The decision of getting the apartment took about two months, but really about three hours.

Josh (friend) and I have been looking for a place to live for quite some time, we'd been looking for one since February, but we're both mildly lazy/ busy with school/lazy and time blew by so fast. This Wednesday (before the Planetary Defense Conference with Bill Nye) I went out with him to my apartment of choice, three hours later, a few phone calls, and BAM we had signed off on an apartment.
I'm so poor now.

It really surprised me how I could've made such an important, really life changing, decision in such a short time. So I'm freaking out a bit. I also found out that I don't actually own furniture, like a bed or a desk. I'm working on getting those as we speak (actually, as of today I have a desk and couch, yay friends!). But holy crap, what, I'm living completely away from home. This is a first for me. While I live here in Flagstaff for 9 out of 12 months of the year, going home was always, kind of the same thing. Home.

However, Home is different now. It's an apartment, with new carpeting and my own food and problems. I've lived with Josh before, and it did not go so well, and this time I'll be working a lot more. In fact, if all goes well, I'll be running 2-3 jobs over the summer. Money is important and I'd like to be financially safe once school starts. 
Over the break all I plan on doing is playing games and working. Without school, I will have the time to take 40 hour work weeks and spend the rest of my time catching up with friends and playing games. It's going to be great! But this plan of mine has to work, because I'm in it till next year. Chained down. Without a paddle. In it for the long run. During the entire process of signing the lease I was asking, 'so where do I sell my soul" and " when do I mark with a bloody thumb print?"

The last of the paperwork needs to be completed, but now, at 22 years old, I am completely dependent on myself. Woo!...

(sorry no photos this post)