Well, after not having a place to stay, and just wandering around, staying at the sauna or the Internet cafe and now a hostel... well, I realize I have grown up. In the last apartment, I felt like I didn't belong there, because it was the type of living that I used to have when I was back in uni. I felt like I was in residence and it was holding me back.
Last night I was at a hostel and realized, wow, I don't envy these people at all. They are all in their early 20s and travelling. Well, that's not me anymore. I'm classier than that, I want my nice apartment, I want my nice clothes, my set up kitchen and bathroom and living room and bedroom.
I want my job, I want my routine, I want my peace of mind, I want my joy, I want my life.