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College To Couch:
A Non-Aesthetic Blog


Have a good time. Or at least pretend you are, please, for my sake.

A Warm Welcome

After spending an entire year counting the tiles on the ceiling of my childhood bedroom (there are no tiles, it's just ceiling), I find myself in the Big Apple. Living alone is a wake up call. What do you mean my dad won't pick me up from the train at 11 p.m. after visiting a friend in the city? I have to get myself home? Fricking bats. I can't wait for a year of getting lost, crying on the subway, and just Ubering instead. You know what they say - if you can make rent here, you can make rent anywhere. If the musings of a 23 year old fighting against her arrested development are amusing to you, then you're in the right place. Either way, I won't ask you to stay, that'd be far too embarrasing!

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