I signed a lease for another year at my apartment tonight.
It was really the smart move, since a) I hate moving with the fire of a thousand suns and b) since my rent hasn’t gone up in the two years I’ve lived here, this has actually become a really good deal instead of the stretch it used to be.
It struck me after I handed in the paperwork, though: As of the end of November, I will have lived longer in this apartment than anywhere since I left for college.
And that’s just weird to me. I’m not sure if it means I’m comfortable in my little rut, or I’m getting old, or that I just really, really hate moving.