Originally posted on Babble.com by Chaunie Brusie
I'll never forget the summer I spent living on my own.
And I'm not talking "on my own" as in my own bedroom with a bunch of roommates or a plush apartment financed by my parents.
I'm talking completely, totally, 100 percent on my own.
During the summer before my senior year of college, I rented a teeny, tiny one-room student apartment near my university's campus, so cramped I had to set my mini-TV stolen from home on top of my fridge and so small I could practically make an omelet from my bed. My college town was dead, with students home or traveling for the summer, so I very well could have found a cheaper apartment or took in a roommate.
But I decided that the price of experiencing true freedom was worth a few extra bucks.
With my serious boyfriend off working in another state and my own busy schedule of full-time work and full-time classes, I relished, for the first and only time in my life, a summer spent answering only to myself.
A leisurely run after a long shift at the hospital? Of course! Fajita dinners with frozen margaritas every night? Why not? Lazy mornings spent reading to my heart's content? Absolutely.
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