Today I am extremely frustrated living where I live. I will vent and be fine tomorrow. There are so many things I love about the West End. I even love my little third floor flat (most days). But I was so frustrated coming home tonight and having no where to park. I usually park behind the church next door. But the snow has not been shovelled there so cars parked in ways that took up more room than usual. I came home thinking I want a home of my own. I would love to own a house. Yet a part of me would not want to live alone in a house. I feel safe and secure in my flat. Nothing ever happens in my building (that puts me in danger). I'm now on the top floor so I hardly hear anything else going on. Yet there is something about having a space of my own that is tranquil and solely mine I like the idea of. However, I do not want all the responsibilities of a house at the moment. I always remember that and then put the idea on a shelf somewhere. I'll wait and find a nice man with a hou...
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