Weird.
Life is weird to me right now.
It's weird that all my stuff isn't in boxes.
It's weird that I'm not turning in a set of keys tomorrow.
It's weird that I'm not updating my address anywhere.
I've moved every July since I was 20 years old. It seems almost natural to me to spend the last two weeks of June cleaning and packing, marking boxes and having my family get my furniture out.
But this July... this July... it's not happening. This is the first time I've renewed a lease instead of signing a new one. This is the first time I can actually start to feel settled. This is the first time I don't mind finding prints for my walls. I can actually have a home, not a, "place I go to sleep at night... this year."
It's weird that all my stuff isn't in boxes.
It's weird that I'm not turning in a set of keys tomorrow.
It's weird that I'm not updating my address anywhere.
I've moved every July since I was 20 years old. It seems almost natural to me to spend the last two weeks of June cleaning and packing, marking boxes and having my family get my furniture out.
But this July... this July... it's not happening. This is the first time I've renewed a lease instead of signing a new one. This is the first time I can actually start to feel settled. This is the first time I don't mind finding prints for my walls. I can actually have a home, not a, "place I go to sleep at night... this year."