introspection
I’m really supposed to be packing right now, but I have decided to sit for a moment amongst the boxes and think about the place I’m leaving. This is the longest I’ve lived anyplace since I moved out of my mom’s house which is an alarming 9 years ago. More on that later when it sneaks up on me again and sufficiently freaks me out. SO! Here I sit in the apartment where I grew up. No, I didn’t spend all my life here or anything, but this is where I learned all the sort of grownup stuff that you need to learn to be a functioning person. Paying rent, buying toilet paper, NOT buying something so you could pay rent, discovering just how many different things you can put in ramen that taste good, arranging furniture, cooking dinner every night, all that kind of stuff. It’s sort of weird to be leaving all of that behind me. I liked it here, and I’m happy that we bought a house and I get to live in MY OWN place, not someone else’s, and all of that is great. But I’ll miss it here…the living room is where Scott proposed to me, and all the other random memories I have of living here are nice too. It’s sort of weird to be leaving all of that behind, but I suppose I’ll do a good job of it. If I ever get off my ass and start packing the rest of my stuff!!