My Place or Yours

Last night my building had a Broncos/Steelers party for all of the residents. I went with one of my girlfriends and we were having a great time meeting new residents when the Author showed up. He rarely shows up to these social events, so I'm certain he read my facebook status.

He said he was gonna have one beer and then go back to work. When you drink around me, you will most certainly be drinking more. A few beers later, some of us stopped watching the game and were hanging around chatting. Eventually we called it a night and I went back to my place assuming Author was heading back to work.

The texting begins, and he asks why I've never invited him into my place.

Now this is a topic that is a little touchy for me. I view my apartment as the place where I rest my head... and only that. I have never made the effort, nor spent the money to make my place feel like home.

In other words... I'm kinda embarrassed about my living spaces and having people over invokes intense anxiety.

For my place in Colorado, I did put a little bit of effort into it... like 2 weeks ago. And I'm very glad I did because I wasn't as embarrassed to allow Author into my place... and into my bed.

I realize more and more that I really need to start living like an adult. I hope when i find my place in Boston next year that I decorate it properly, and truly host people in my HOME.