So I had to move out of my old apartment into this new fancy one closer to work. It's nothing like my old apartment. My old apartment was cozy and made for me. The new one is huge. A condo. I can see the skyline of Tokyo and all the bright lights. It's a bit overwhelming. There's so much space, even with all the furniture I bought at Ikea
to fill the place. My room looks like it came out of a dorama. And my kitchen--shit, I don't even know why there's so much space when I'm the only one going to live there.
I won't complain about the bathroom. There's a Jacuzzi bathtub. And it's mine.
Konoha Fashionistas still gives me a fucking headache. When I actually drag my ass out of my chair to go get lunch at the cafeteria (I hate ordering take out because then I have to go downstairs and that's just... unnecessary), I stumble into so many models stick thin and getting thinner that by the time I get on the salad
line, I've already lost my appetite. I never had that problem at Kaze. Nobody was so obsessed with their looks. Nobody cared.
And I haven't had a homemade meal in nearly two weeks. I don't even remember what a homemade meal tastes like.