{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Five Things (3.2.17) &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"5uSNpoCmgX\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/five-things-3-2-17\/\">Five Things (3.2.17)<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/five-things-3-2-17\/embed\/#?secret=5uSNpoCmgX\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Five Things (3.2.17)&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"5uSNpoCmgX\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"1. Since living alone I&#8217;ve felt more at peace. Not necessarily happy, 24\/7\u2014happiness, I think, requires\u00a0all the pieces to fall into place&#8230;and at 24 years old,\u00a0everything is just beginning to shift\u2014but for the first time in two decades, I&#8217;ve been able to breathe. Maybe &#8220;at peace&#8221; isn&#8217;t the right description. Relief\u00a0is more accurate: For the first time in 20 years, I&#8217;m allowed the room (physically, emotionally, mentally) to just be in my own headspace. I don&#8217;t have to move around people or answer questions. I don&#8217;t have to explain anything to anyone. I can just exist, perched on my shiny new barstool, in sweatpants or a fancy AP set. I can\u00a0revel in happiness and also wallow in sadness\u2014experiencing every moment without interruption or feeling obligated to explain my emotions. It&#8217;s a relief. Pride contributes to it too. No matter how horrible or overrun I feel, I&#8217;m put at ease the moment I step foot into my condo. This is my home\u2014mine: the first thing that&#8217;s truly, indisputably my own. 2. I caved and got acrylics. But in two weeks&#8217; time when I&#8217;m left with outgrown nails and have to spend the next two hours soaking my fingers in acetone, I&#8217;ll&hellip;"}