I find myself longing for my own place. Having my own place must mean that I have grown up. Ascended into adult life. Not that I don’t love living with five other girls, having a massive room all to myself and low rent. But I am feeling the crushing pressure of supposedly being a grown up. With a grown up life. A grown up job. Grown up interests.
But me being me instead of doing anything about it I made a collage of inspiration for my fantasy grown up appartment.