I'm getting used to being without my family.
I'm getting used to making my own meals.
I'm getting used to being responisble for everything in the apartment because it's all mine and I have to.
I'm getting used to cleaning MY mess all the time.

I'm liking having people to come visit my place
I'm liking being able to relax after a long day of work and not worry about anything else
I'm liking making choices, from simple to big, from what groceries to get to how I'm going to pay the bills.
I'm liking having something that is mine.

But it's not a home yet. It's where I sleep. It's like I'm housesitting. I'm just waiting. Waiting for you to come home so that it be home for me too.