I had broken up with my ex-fiance only a month and a half earlier and it was the first time I was moving into a place of my own--well, with my new roommate at least. My friend was looking for a new place to live too at the time, so we decided to live together. But her lease wasn't up until the end of June, so I had a month of the apartment to myself. When I moved in, I had an air mattress, my lap top, a desk and TV I had bought from Walmart and a wood storage table to put all my art supplies inside. There was no furniture in the living room, and I wasn't going to hook up Cable and Internet until my roommate was moved in, so my entertainment included my books, the first season of Weeds and the first three seasons of The Office on DVD, a handful of movies, and my art supplies.
Also during this time, I was freshly into a new romance, and was just starting to meet and get to know his friends. It's hard for me to try to describe the words I was feeling at that time. Maybe exciting? I'm not sure. I just know that when I look back, I can feel those same feelings again. I can smell the same fresh spring smell, I can remember how good the weather felt outside. Most importantly, I think about having my best friend right down the street.
Boo, (my bestie) me, and Tracy (my roomie)
Life is so different from how it was then. But it can't stay the same, everyone knows that. By the end of my stay 2 and a half years later, we couldn't wait to get out. My new apartment though, is a new adventure. Now, I just need to finally move in. I think I'll need to finish getting my art hung up to do that. It's time to move forward, but when I remember that place, I'll remember how it was when I first moved in to my last home. That feeling is the best feeling in the world.
Till then--
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