$695?

For this? I'm not sure if I'm entirely okay with it but, it definitely beats being homeless. I definitely have a kitchen and I even have my own room. It just dawned on me that this is honestly the first time in a very long time that I have unequivocally been the only person living in my room 24/7. I'm kind of proud of that. I'm also proud of the fact that my family (as unconventional as we are) rose to the occasion and helped me out when I was in dire need. Of course, that is how we roll. My Mom and Nana are there for me when I need them. I would have been royally screwed had I not had them. As it stands now, I still know better than to fly by the seat of my pants next time. It was fun and I'm pretty sure it worked out but, the stress is entirely not worth it. Now even though it's only 7 o clock, I am going to crash. What shall I do tomorrow? Probably figure out everything and then come back to my newly earned living space.