At the age of 23 I finally moved out. I have never had to cook, clean or survive on my own before. Now that I’m out in the city, I’m learning the basics of life and love. This is the documentation of the mundane made memorable.
Why did I start it?
Besides from being completely undomesticated, I have unique perspectives and the ability to vocalize them. After writing in a journal my whole life, keeping a list of 'hook-ups' (ongoing...) and not knowing my place in this world, I finally decided to come here.
My main man:
At 14 years old, my dog, Chandler Bing George, has been the constant in my nomad existence. How did we form this strong bond? I forced him to sleep with me in my bunkbed as a puppy – no escape. Now to train a guy to stick around…
My first place:
It’s a bachelor, or shall I say, a bachelorette.
What can I do in the kitchen?
Omelet (egg white/cheese)
Grilled Chicken Breast
Tuna (from the can)
Do I clean?
I don’t. I have a cleaner. It’s not that I don’t know how to clean, it’s just that I don’t trust my abilities.
How do I spend my spare time?
Am I business savvy?
Creating a budget is easy, but sticking to one isn't.
What's my sign off?