Feb 21, 2009 09:44
I'm sitting on the one piece of furniture left in my empty apartment; the couch that belongs to my landlords. I've got a car full of cleaning products and stools that belong to MVT. Keys sitting lonely on the kitchen counter. Clean and quiet and empty. I'm doing a walk-thru and handing over they keys in fifteen minutes. I'm leaving this place in much better condition than when I walked in two and a half years ago.
It feels odd to be moving back in with my mother, however temporary. It's not that I anticipate any strangeness to come from it, and I'm not moving back because of financial constraints. Although it certainly will help for a few months. I'm really hoping that I find somewhere to buy sooner rather than later.
I wrote in a status update on facebook a few days ago that I don't mind the idea of living elsewhere, it is the moving that I don't like. This is true. However, I'm looking forward to moving in to somewhere new. I enjoy finding homes for everything, and organizing all my stuff into nooks and cupboards. I'm looking forward to painting walls and making a place my own.
But, for the time being, I'm sitting here in an empty apartment. With tech rehearsals to attend this weekend, and my mothers house to return to.
I haven't hardly even thought about turning thirty this week.
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