Today my smoke alarm started randomly beeping, screaming to let me know its time to change the battery. Only thing is the ceilings in my loft are 10 ft high, I had to stand on the counter and put a stool on top of the counter just to almost reach the alarm. Dangerous? Shows how crazy a little continuous somewhat loud beep can make you. The office to my complex is closed, and roads are too bad outside to ask a friend to come. So I thought I would have to pull a spider man and literally climb the wall. Luckily I texted a neighbor who had a ladder for me to use. Yay! I didn’t kill myself by falling off the kitchen counter and my smoke alarm is now battery-less.
One thing from living alone is, I’ve become more confident in myself. But more importantly, I’ve learned to ask others for help. I’ve never been good at asking for help, I like doing things for myself. I am the girl who has a hard time with letting a guy carry something for her. Anyways, here’s to learning new things about myself, allowing others to help out, and to admitting I can’t do it by myself all the time.