I like to think of myself as a person with many homes. I’ve stayed for both short and extended periods of time in many places, and if I returned to any one of them tomorrow, they’d all be just as welcoming as the last time I was there. I’m grateful to have that.
This apartment was the first home I ever had just for myself, and this week, I’ll be leaving it after living here for a year and a half.
I know I’m being overly sentimental, but I’m ok with that because it’s just who I am.
In this place, I learned a lot about myself and uncovered goals I didn’t know I had or didn’t think I could accomplish. It’s time to go get those goals now.
Thank you, my little nook of an apartment. I’ll miss your light, and I will cherish your memories. ❤