Yeah, so I've never lived in an apartment before.
Ok, technically I have, because I lived in one with my parents when I was like 2 or 3.
And I lived on the futon in my friends 1 bedroom when I was pregnant with Bug and still in the Army.
But I don't think those really count.
Because today I am living in a real bonafied apartment. And it's mine.
And let me tell you something about apartments.
They aren't very kind to ptsd.
Privacy-No
Security-hmmmm not so much
Weird noises-Check
Strange lighting-Check
Unknown neighbors-Check
The list could go on and on.
I have a feeling that apartment living may be challenging and healing.
Because I have to Change
Adapt
and
Grow
(ME)