I recently ventured out on my own and am renting my very own grown-up apartment. With this venture into fierce independant living, I have discovered the meaning behind what the late George Michael so eloquently sang about, “freedom”.
Freedom is…
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Washing dishes by hand…a lot of dishes…because you thought it would be a good idea to wait until you ran out of mugs before doing the dishes. P.S. Dear Dishwasher, come back to me!
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Coming home and not discovering that someone surprise washed your dishes…because you live alone/are fiercely independant.
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Defending the fact that scrambled eggs and toast for dinner counts as cooking.
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Realizing that maybe you should learn how to cook something that’s not a form of eggs.
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Waking up to your car buried in snow… because you live in Canada and no longer have a garage.
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Having to wake up early so you have time to dig your car out of the winter tundra before work.
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Dropping a pen and realizing that no one’s cleaned back there…ever.
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Not being able to blame the hair in the shower on someone else.
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Endless loads of laundry.
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Being reminded that you started a load of laundry before you went to bed…because you were awoken by the crazy loud buzzer you can’t figure out how to disable.