Plants in DC
I moved a great deal when I lived in Washington, DC. I never stayed for more than two years anywhere. I never got evicted. It was more like I got tired or needed to save money or school year ended and roomates and I needed to change because the lease was up. I was not the cleanest person, yet I was usually the one who ended up trying to keep things organized, especially the house bills. As you can see from this picture, I had binders, books, and a stuffed white seal.
These are of my plants from a 2 bedroom Apartment I had near the Silver Spring Metro in Maryland back in the late 90s. I paid the rent on it. Not my parents. I had a window sill herb garden and some kind of pink potted plant.
I had room mates, though I was the primary on the lease. I still have all my rental agreements. Certain paperwork I think you should keep. I prefer living alone. I need to be able to mentally clean my own environment and organize it on my terms. There is something fulfilling in knowing I’m OK walking into a room alone or standing on my own. I don’t feel needy or lonely. My human contact I get when I work in acting classes, on a set, perform poetry, take a class. Beauty is not seen in the lone female. Instead we get called crazy and have to have cats. I don’t think I could live again with another girl. A man perhaps but we would need an understanding that I like him sometimes need to be alone. At home I like to be on my own. A needy clingy man would drive me nuts.