It’s been awhile since I have really gotten to write a more personal blog, but this is something I have had to encounter and I hope this is helpful to any of you “youngins”. 😉
“Woohoo! We’re at college!”
I moved out older than most people — at 25. I did this because I was a.) too cheap, b.) never home anyway and that just did not make much sense to me, and c.) I went through a very tragic event and had too much anxiety to be alone. Enough of the sob story.
However, in May 2015, I found myself in a nice apartment in Murphysboro. It’s an older building, which is exactly what I was looking for. But, because it is an older building, the wiring is probably older, the roof wouldn’t hurt to be replaced, could use to be pin-tucked (a.k.a. some brickwork), and my appliances run on natural gas. I have a lot of stuff. A lot of expensive stuff.