Yesterday the building had a party for holloween, and gave pasta, and a mixed vegetable salad, as well as pineapple slices and olives. And to drink a cup of ginger ale.

I pretty much took the food, but there was no place to sit in the lounge, so I took everything back up to my room, and picked at the food, and throw most of it away.

Today, I’m going to walk over to target and get a wall adapter for my outlet, as my tv will be delivered soon, and I need the extra outlets for cable hook up.

I was able to get a swivel tv mount for my wall, and mantience will be installing it for me.

I’m pretty much just going to do things to spread the day out, as I am feeling hyper and somewhat restlessness.

I did sleep very well, going to bed around 7:30 last night purely out of bordem. I woke up at 8am this morning, so I was happy about that. I didn’t toss and turn in my sleep, I slept very comfortably.

I’m just now starting to get used to no one bothering me, there is no security in the hallway or in the lobby. It is a liberating feeling to regain freedom again.

In a funny way I do miss the regimented rules of the shelter. In a way it helped keep me grounded and not live like a slob. I was never one to really live in squaller, but the rules enforced is helping me take pride in my apartment. I have been making my bed when I wake up in the morning. It’s nice to look over at my bed and it’s nice and made up. I put my shoes in the closet at night when I’m getting ready for bed.

It’s nice not have people around while changing. Even living with my mother, before I had any children, my mother had a tendency to just barge in my room, and she didn’t believe on locks on the door. It was her apartment, and privacy came with a set of its own rules as a child.

I’m almost 40 and an for the first time I have completed privacy. It’s liberating, but I miss my family. I would have never been able to achieve my own place with two children, I know this for a fact.

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