Breathe.

I SURVIVED MY FIRST WEEK!
Living in an apartment is really hard. Sounds weird saying that. But it's true.
My classes are all awesome, my homework isn't impossible and it's not super difficult to re-learn how to manage my time. But living in an apartment is so rough.
Our toilet leaks really badly and hasn't been fixed yet.
I've burned my arm.
My roommate forgot to fill up the ice tray.
The piolet light went out and I had to sacrifice an arm and a leg to get someone over to re-light it.
I burned cheese on the oven and the whole place smelled.
Honestly, my list is pathetic. What first world problems. But I'm so emotionally drained. All I want to do is find a quiet, air conditioned place and curl up with a book and iced coffee and get away from people. But, I have to keep truckin'.
So I will just breathe.
Sit here in my own apartment, one that is filled with our paintings and crafts and an orange filing cabinet and breathe.