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Well, Sam and I signed the lease today and we're officially moving into our apartment on the 2nd. Although I moved out of my house a year ago, and have been completely taking care of myself since the summer started (ie, moved out of the dorms and started paying rent and bills without help from my mom), and have considered myself independent now, reading and signing that lease made me feel like adulthood was bonking me on the head. After we left the realtor's, Sam and I were talking about it in the car and he felt the same way. It's a little scary, but it's about time. I mean, I'm 19 and Sam's 21. It was definately time for him to move out of his parents' house. Finances are going to be a little tricky for the first couple of months as we start buying stuff we need (like a double bed so we're not squished together in his twin bed every night; groceries; a litter box for the cat; etc), and I pay off a few debts that I have, but after a few months it should balance out. It's hilarious, we can't wait to get in there and decorate. We get on AIM at night and IM each other pictures of coffeetables and couches that we find.

It's a cute little apartment. It has really high doorways, so Sam can get through without ducking. It's just big enough for the two of us. It has a decent sized living room, a fairly big master bedroom, a little kitchen, a little bathroom, and a smaller bedroom that Sam's going to use to keep his toys in. And closets galore. It's a little oddly structured, though. The two doors in the living room open into the two bedrooms. The bedrooms are both connected to the bathroom. It's really just the kitchen that gets me. The only way into the kitchen is through the master bedroom. Kind of strange, but I'm sure we'll manage.

Well, I'm off to start packing!