Oh the perils of college apartments.
This year is the first year I've truly been on my own. My parents paid for my rent throughout college, so now that I've graduated and started working, I'm on my own. Meaning I cry monthly when I write my rent check. Living in Austin ain't cheap yall. My apartment is pretty awesome in terms of size, but it definitely has its downfalls. For example, I wake up almost every morning around 6 due to my upstairs neighbor hawking loogies and then there's usually a huge dog fight outside every night around 10pm. Real fun.
I've seriously been lusting about owning a home. Having a backyard and not listening to the people above me stomp around sounds like heaven. I'm not really in a position right now to make that leap just yet, but a girl can lust can't she?
I just want a cozy little house that's decked out in Pottery Barn that's filled with my man and a cute pup and lots of wine and possibly a pool.
A girl can dream, can't she?