Dear Diary, I'm Finding Myself

A New Chapter In Life

Dear Diary,

I’m writing this, sitting by the window of our new apartment, drinking my first cup of coffee. I can’t believe that this is real. Hunter and I are living together. Alone. I’m so excited I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep tonight at all.

We’ve just unpacked all our stuff. We’re still missing a dining table and chairs, but it’s all good. We’ll go furniture shopping tomorrow. As long as we have somewhere to sleep.

We’re going to have the time of our lives here. I can feel it in my gut.

The view from the window is not much. I see the building opposite us, and the houses around it. It’s a quiet part of Stamford. We’ve picked the location based on public transport. We don’t have a car, so we’re both riding to college by train.

There’s a train station nearby. We’ve walked from it for about fifteen minutes, so it’s not so bad. We both have a little more than an hour to Yale and NYU. And our trains leave at the same time every morning.

“Are you ready to go to the store?” Hunter asks as he comes from behind the corner. From the kitchen, actually. Our bed is located right next to the kitchen counter, in fact. And opposite it, there’s a door to the bathroom.

Our apartment is actually a studio, but it’s been recently renovated, so it’s a really nice space to live in. It’s all white and the window is gigantic. It really lights up the whole place.

“Yeah, just let me finish this. And call mom,” I tell him, gulping down the last few sips of coffee I have left in my cup. We bought it at the airport, because we didn’t know if we had anything to drink from in the studio. We haven’t seen it in person yet.

I then get up, taking the I love NY mug with me to the sink. We need to buy a closet as well. Our clothes are still packed inside our gigantic suitcases. I won’t even begin to mention how hard it was, packing everything up. We won’t be gone just for a month or two, we’re staying here for the whole year.

Since we won’t be heading home until Thanksgiving, we had to bring warm clothing too, not just those light summer clothes that are appropriate for the current time. In November, I’m taking those home, so I can bring more sweaters with me.

I grab my phone and start calling. My mom picks up on the third ring, almost like she was waiting for her phone to ring. “Hey, sweetheart, did you make it to Stamford?” she asks. I’ve already texted her when we landed, but I told her I’ll be calling her after we finish unpacking.

“Hey, mom. Yeah, we’ve unpacked our things and we’re heading to the store soon,” I explain, exchanging a few more words, before she decides she’ll leave us be. She doesn’t want to be the reason why we’re hungry, she says.

We lock up soon after, heading to the supermarket to get some food. About two hours later, we’re already sitting by the window again, having dinner. It’s a little tight and uncomfortable, but I don’t mind. Neither does Hunter.

He places his hand on my knee as he’s eating, making me smile at him warmly. “I’m so happy we get to do this together,” he lets me know, my face lighting up even more if possible. I nod in response.

“Me too,” I tell him as I swallow the food I was still chewing. We continue dining in silence, appreciating the colorful sunset that soon starts taking over the sky. “This place is beautiful,” I say after a few minutes of silence.

Hunter stares outside, his green eyes twinkling with the light that has taken over the evening sky. He nods, before turning his gaze back to my face. “Not as beautiful as you, though,” he tells me, making me chuckle at his cheesiness.

“Oh, stop it,” I say, smacking his shoulder playfully as I get up and carry our plates away. He follows after me soon enough. I don’t hear his footsteps, as I’m just starting to wash the dishes. But I feel his presence just a moment before he snakes his arms around my waist.

I draw in a sharp breath as I feel his abdomen press against my backside. Mm, he’s entering a dangerous zone. And I’m totally here for it. I can barely continue as he starts sliding his hands up and down my hips, playing with the edge of my shirt.

He doesn’t do anything else for the entire time it takes me to wash the dishes. But as soon as the water stops running, he spins me around and lifts me up in one swift movement.

Before I know it, I’m sitting on the edge of the sink with my legs wrapped around his waist and my lips finding his. I haven’t even had the time to dry my hands off, but he clearly doesn’t care about it.

I’m already lifting his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor without really watching where it’s going. As I run my hands over his bare, hot skin, I lose it completely. I need him. I need him right now.

I moan into his mouth as he pulls me closer, then starts tearing clothes off me like it’s a competition. Before I know it, I’m completely naked, while he’s still wearing his jeans. “This isn’t optimal,” I murmur, quickly unbuttoning them, so I can pull them off.

He’s too quick for me. Before I manage to hop down, he’s already kicking the jeans aside, returning to me. This time, I don’t wait around any longer. I pull his underwear off, grabbing him needily.

Not even a second later, he already enters me, making me gasp from the intensity of the feeling. He’s been working me up almost a little too good. I hold onto him for dear life, feeling so turned on that I dig my nails into the skin of his back.

He doesn’t even flinch, even if I know that I’m being really rough. He bites my lower lip in response, sucking it into his mouth. Ah, he better not stop right now.

We soon take it to the bed, only to spend more than ten minutes, looking for protection. We packed it up with us and it’s really difficult to find it with all the other stuff in the way. By the time we do find it, we’re both almost past the point where this was amusing.

We bring our action to the peak, but it’s a little forced now. After we lie together afterwards, cuddling each other with a loving embrace, it’s all forgotten though. It’s our first day of living together as a couple. What could go wrong, really?

Our classes don’t begin just yet. We still have two days before Hunter starts, and my college experience begins a week later. During that time, I’m intending to find myself an internship. I’ve looked into available positions during the summer and also applied for them.

But I didn’t get the chance to have a live interview with any of them. You know, I was literally three thousand miles away from them. I asked the potential employers to let me do that in person, when I actually move to the other side of the continent.

Anyway, while Hunter’s paying attention in classes, I’ll be running around New York in hopes of securing myself an internship. That is preferably paid well. My parents did tell us they’ll help with the rent, but I’d like them to help as little as possible. I want us to be independent.

The plan for the following couple of days is shopping for the remaining furniture we need tomorrow, and having a trip to New York the day after tomorrow. That’s why we’ve decided to fly here so early.

I’m excited to see New York from up close. I know I’ll be seeing it every day after I start attending college, but I want to experience it as a tourist first. At least for one day. I actually don’t know what excites me more. Being able to go to college after all, or going to New York every day, for the next four years. I have a feeling I’m going to like it there.

After getting ready for bed, we have a video call with Leslie and Aiden. They’ve already been in California for a month now, because Leslie’s classes begun mid-August. Aiden still hasn’t started with his yet, but he’s left at the same time, to support her.

I’m a little jealous that they’re living in LA, but I soon hear the same thing from them. Well, Hunter and I don’t exactly live in New York, but I’ll be seeing it every day. The center of it.

The two of them don’t exactly get to stroll down the Walk of Fame every day, while I’ll basically be waving at the Statue of Liberty literally every train ride back home. And let’s not mention the fact how close to the Central Park I’ll be.

“Hey, Pez, do you happen to have a family weekend at NYU, too? I’d love an excuse to fly over there,” my brother remarks as we’re joking about the matter. I laugh in response, glancing at Hunter.

“Yeah, sorry, no such thing here. At least not that I’m aware of. You’ll have to stick to the hot Californian sun,” I turn him down, making him groan.

“Oh, man! I really can’t have anything!” he complains, earning himself a patronizing look from my best friend. As he finally turns his head and notices it, she speaks up.

“Really? Can’t have anything? Not even a girlfriend, huh?” she remarks in a sarcastic way. It makes us all burst into laughter a few moments later. These two are unbelievable. I love our group’s dynamic, though. I hope things never change between the four of us.