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Settling In

So it's a few days since I've moved in last Saturday into this new unit I'm renting for myself. It's nothing spectacular, 32 square meters all to myself and the occasional visitor. It's a place where I can be alone and rest, relax and learn, and even be creative and productive.

The part I love the most is the independence and how everything inside that space is either totally under my control or can be controlled by me. I decide what internet service I'm going to get, what couch I'm going to buy and put in, what bed I'll buy to replace the bed I'm using, what new TV set to acquire... Pretty much what I put in there is not subject to debate or discussion, because basically that's all me.

The next best part is the space -- just being able to be myself and alone there is very comforting. To know that when I lock that door, who I am in there nobody else will be able to see or question -- not that I do a lot of questionable things in there, except for the occasional laughing my heart out on corny late night talk show jokes and the crying my eyes out in daily TV drama's I watch or perhaps geeking out on casual gaming titles, among other things which I may be too ashamed to admit I do alone.

I guess in the next couple of years I'll be there I'll have to do a lot more personalization and (re)decoration to make it more "mine". Pictures would be a nice thing to have -- pictures of family, friends, my baby (the girlfriend), of me -- as well as paintings and other goodies for decoration.

So there's much more to be said and done about the place, which I will do some other time. Right now, dinner and the daily TV fix should be welcome endeavors.

Chill.

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