I am quite infatuated with my new room, actually. My grandmother gave me some antique furniture, so I am now sleeping on a depression era bed, resting my computer on a 30's era bed, and keeping my underwear, Magic cards and porn in a dresser from God-knows-how-long ago.

I already feel at home, sort of. I've made the bed, unpacked everything, and put the Smashing Pumpkins mural on the wall. It's starting to feel like a place that I live at.

(Also, I'm over him now. Pretty sure, at least.)