The second happiest time on my life (and the longest time of extended happiness) was the first 3 weeks or so after I moved out of my parent’s home and into my own unit, first job, supporting myself.
(For the record, the happiest was a week-long beachside holiday with an extended group of friends. Social interaction is really, really good.)
The second happiest time on my life (and the longest time of extended happiness) was the first 3 weeks or so after I moved out of my parent’s home and into my own unit, first job, supporting myself.
(For the record, the happiest was a week-long beachside holiday with an extended group of friends. Social interaction is really, really good.)