First off - I am so terribly sorry that I am so late writing to you all. Life has been crazy - learning how to be a grown up has been ridiculous. And quite frankly, there are some nights when not even espresso can keep me going.
I'm moving tomorrow. It's strange to look around at my first place, the one that I have paid for and taken care of all on my own, and now it is going to belong to someone else. That's not necessarily a bad thing. But it is strange.
With moving comes packing and with packing comes memories. I have found old receipts, pieces of jewelry, and borrowed items that bring smiles to my face. It has been a good run in this apartment - and a brief one at that.
As I grow and change, I've realized that moving out and moving on are two completely different things. The first is much more of a "goodbye", whereas the latter is more of a "see you later" - I prefer the latter. Goodbyes are permanent, and nothing is permanent these days.
But it is the end of a summer and the end of a lease. I'm scared and excited to be transitioning into a new job with a new staff - but I think that it will be worth it. It feels like I'm an anxious seven-year-old waiting for the first day of school. There is so much excitement and apprehension twisted and intermingled in my brain that there are butterflies in my stomach.
Is it always supposed to be like this? Let me know some of your life lessons in the comment area!
I'm moving tomorrow. It's strange to look around at my first place, the one that I have paid for and taken care of all on my own, and now it is going to belong to someone else. That's not necessarily a bad thing. But it is strange.
With moving comes packing and with packing comes memories. I have found old receipts, pieces of jewelry, and borrowed items that bring smiles to my face. It has been a good run in this apartment - and a brief one at that.
As I grow and change, I've realized that moving out and moving on are two completely different things. The first is much more of a "goodbye", whereas the latter is more of a "see you later" - I prefer the latter. Goodbyes are permanent, and nothing is permanent these days.
But it is the end of a summer and the end of a lease. I'm scared and excited to be transitioning into a new job with a new staff - but I think that it will be worth it. It feels like I'm an anxious seven-year-old waiting for the first day of school. There is so much excitement and apprehension twisted and intermingled in my brain that there are butterflies in my stomach.
Is it always supposed to be like this? Let me know some of your life lessons in the comment area!