Wow. I haven't blogged in awhile. I fail.
Anyway, I move out of 210 in less than two weeks. Twelve days. Two hundred and eighty-eight hours.
Weird.
I just finished up with my summer class, so I have time to actually sit here and think.
I'm leaving the place I've come to know as home. I was recently read the first post on the old blog I made when I first moved in. I remember how weird it felt to be in my own place. It wasn't my parent's house or a dorm with a bunch of rules, but rather my own personal space to do whatever the heck I wanted. I remember living with #3 last summer. We were already close friends, but living together made us more like sisters. Then, #1 moved in at the beginning of the fall semester. We didn't know each other very well, but eventually, she became a sister too. It was because of living with these two beautiful women, I learned how to really know someone. It's unpleasant to think about not waking up to them every day.
This apartment is a symbol of growing up to me. I had to take care of myself 100% for the first time. I had to cook for myself because I didn't have a meal plan. I had to learn how to share a space with two other people. I had to make sure to pay my rent on time. The works. I guess I wasn't really quite prepared for it, but I am kind of glad I got to figure it out for myself.
I feel really silly for being so emotional about this, but it's starting to hit me that I'm going to have to learn how to call a new place home. It's really strange that I'm leaving my two sisters here. Don't get me wrong, I love my new future roommates, they're wonderful, but it's weird to leave behind the two girls that I shared my life with the most. So weird.
Sorry if this is boring. It's just on my mind right now.
Hope everyone is having a great summer!
xoxoDeux
