This weekend was a pretty momentous occasion in my life. And I am sure that most of you know that, as well! Yesterday, I moved out of my parents' house and into an apartment with my darling friend from high school, Leah. It's been something that I have wanted to do for a while, but not because my living situation was tumultuous. I, like many twenty-somethings, wanted a feeling of independence and a feeling of making something of myself. I really love my family, I truly do, but it was time to move on.
And as someone who is introverted (does that surprise you all?), I knew that I could live on my own, but that -- having gone from living in a house with four other people to an apartment of one -- it would be a difficult adjustment to be completely on my own. For as much as I enjoy my personal space, I know how lonely I would be without someone to share anything with. Leah was looking for a roommate, and it worked out so that we were both able to find a new apartment in the complex Leah already lived in (we're literally a building over from her old apartment).
Moving out is a surreal feeling, really. For as much as I built it up in my head to be this monumental experience, it really felt rather ordinary. Granted, yesterday was insane between packing and unpacking and moving boxes and bags, but thanks to the help of some of my wonderful friends and our amazing families, we were able to physically move everything in an hour and a half. And soon, we began unpacking boxes and building furniture. Our new place -- that we've nicknamed The Lit, due to the fact that both of us are English majors and insane book lovers -- is coming along really well, for having only lived here for twenty-four hours!
And now, onto the process of packing, unpacking, and LOTS of before/after photos that I am sure you all want to see. ;)
