(First time telling this story, sorry if it’s slightly long)
This year hasn’t been great for anyone really, you just gotta work with what you’ve got. With that in mind, I used the minimal amount of resources I had to not become homeless.
To start off with, because it’s so very important, I’m 5’4, wavy light brown hair that ends around the bottom of my shoulder blades, modest 38C’s, and I played volleyball most my life so I’m trim. I also pretty much only wear my hair in a high pony (which doesn’t really matter). I hate describing myself but it feels like it was relevant.
Anyway, my first few years of university were what you’d expect, passed classes, went out when I wasn’t dying from work overload, and a few boyfriends spattered here and there. After my first year I moved out of residence into an apartment with my roommate, three of her guy friends and one of my girlfriends. Eventually after about another year my original roommate moved to a different city. Not long after my girlfriend got a cheaper place for herself. As any girl could tell you, being in an apartment with three guys can be intimidating from time to time. So I decided to find a place of my own. I took a job at a cupcake bakery to help pay rent and I looked for new places to live.