We’re moving out today.Very bittersweet.
I’ve lived in this apartment complex for two years, since I got kicked out of the parent’s house and we decided to ‘play house.’ Playing house turned out to be not so much playing and more serious than either of us realized. And so, this is a little sad for me. Moving out and Moving on. It’s almost symbolic, as this summer is very much about moving on in many ways. New school, New place, New people. Letting go. I hate those two words. It’s so damn hard. But it’s life. Still, if I’m letting go, I’m doing it in style. We had one one last “Goodbye apartment” party two nights ago.
I said goodbye in the only way I really know how;Surrounded by the loved ones, laughs, and lots of memories. A lot has changed since last summer and it feels like it’s time to leave this place and all of the old times behind. But didn’t I tell you I suck at this moving on stuff? Just in case I need to come back and reminisce, one of my best friends is subleasing and I can guarantee I’ll be bugging her more than enough.
And the fact that I am now a house-owner? It’s finally kind of sinking in. Robby and I started moving our stuff in last night. He went before I did (I,er wasn’t feeling well and spent a good majority of my day in bed…) and when I finally got around to it I showed up with sweet tea,candy, and peanuts. The dude (husband) had been working hard and needed some snacks. The dogs were playing in the backyard, The sun was setting, and husband picked me a flower from the beautiful ones blooming in the yard. I eventually did some mini-exploring around the neighborhood and brought home (brought home…‘cuz it’s our home...and I brought it there! Exciting to say that.) some yummy fried goodness. We’re both like children right now, the husband and I. Giddy and Giggly. Really, This is what every girl deep down dreams of isn’t it? This is where I play a music video in my head. Picture this: Happy music in the background. House with honeysuckle and pretty fence in the front. Girl with messy hair in a bun and old raggedy clothes as she unpacks old clothes and books into the new place. Cut to Husband wrapping arms around Happy girl and kissing her neck as she pulls out photograph and places it on dresser next to the bed. Girl sighs and smiles. Content. I’ve of course edited out all of the times girl yells at boy and says this box is too heavy,damnit, come f**#%$ pick it up.