Fully(?) Independent

by avrillorenzo

October 5, 2016 – Wednesday.

It’s the last day of my “weekend” from work and Kevin and I went to view the condo unit I’ve been eyeing for about a month now. I was really excited to check the place out. When we got to the condominium, the owner was stuck in a meeting so she left the key to the unit at the reception and left us alone to tour it. I know I may sound like I’m over-romaticizing looking for an apartment, but I think you’ll understand me by the end of this.

So there we were, key twisted to unlock the door. There it was, what I would call home for the next n-months, maybe n-years. There it was.. and I was so excited. I was eager to check every corner of the place. It was semi-furnished so I had less things to worry about. But every step I took (which you could probably count because it was a standard unit a.k.a. small) had my mind reeling with ideas of furnishing and designing the place until it became everything I wanted it to be. I was already making a mental list of what to buy and formulating a budgeting strategy to buy them without having to sacrifice the momentary bliss brought by the paper. He was excited too, making suggestions that I’ve actually already thought about and agreeing on how we want it to look. By the time we were satisfied with our conversation, he pulled down the pull-down bed and we laid there.

My cheeks started to hurt then. I didn’t realize I was smiling too much. He reached out for my hand and I took it with a squeeze.

“Can you see it?” I asked. He looked at me, rolled over and nuzzled my cheek.

“I always have.”

We moved in closer to share a kiss but were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I quickly got up to answer the door and with a scratch of his head, Kevin sat up.

The owner sent someone to assist us should we have questions. The only questions we asked were about the lighting and measurements, which the guy didn’t really have a sure idea of. So, we both decided to view it again next week with the armed with an engineer’s tape measure.

We didn’t stop talking about the unit, even after viewing the unit and we were well on our way to the mall to have our hair cut. After which, we decided to go to a home depot to check out things to buy to furnish the whole place.

While we were on our way to the mall, he told me I looked so happy. I said I was, because it felt like I was so much closer to attaining something I’ve always wanted since high school :

Living on my own, fully independent.

And he knew I was, I am.


So this is what it feels like, to have a dream come true.