So begins the process.
I got the keys to my apartment today. (Further to this: Miss Shawna, I have your keys as well.) I've spent a lot of the evening getting my things over there and, with the help of Mom, Chris, Jenny and Mike, I got the first ten or twelve boxes up the stairs to the fourth storey. The apartment now contains what dishes I have, all my CDs and DVDs and most of my books, and various other things. It contains no furniture. Considering how exhausting it was just to bring a few boxes up those stairs, I'm a little worried about moving bigger things - but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
I really like the place a lot, am looking forward to getting settled in. I'll be spending the next while gradually getting myself in there, using my parents' house as a home base until I do get settled.
Photos will come soon, because I know some of you have expressed curiosity and/or interest.
Being close with my parents (my mother in particular) as I am, there is that certain amount of sadness about the change - not a regret for going ahead and doing something so major, because it's going to be fabulous, but the type of a weird feeling that comes with anything so major. I know I'm doing the right thing, but I know it'll take some getting used to. Still, I've lived with my parents for almost twenty-two years, so it is about time to move on. Besides, all the responsibilities that come with renting an apartment will help me grow up, because, y'know, I frankly could use some growing up.
My mother has recently decided that I should look into university, and keeps telling me that if I decide to do this after this year's experiment of being moved out, I can move back. She seems to be hanging her hopes on this, and it makes me sad to the point of crying, because as much as I do feel a little strange about moving out, I also know I'm not likely to be moving back home in the future. And, as Jenny told me when I mentioned this to her, it is a classic case of empty nest syndrome. It just makes me want to hug my mother and not let go, because she's obviously sad about my leaving, and I don't want her to be.
I really like the place a lot, am looking forward to getting settled in. I'll be spending the next while gradually getting myself in there, using my parents' house as a home base until I do get settled.
Photos will come soon, because I know some of you have expressed curiosity and/or interest.
Being close with my parents (my mother in particular) as I am, there is that certain amount of sadness about the change - not a regret for going ahead and doing something so major, because it's going to be fabulous, but the type of a weird feeling that comes with anything so major. I know I'm doing the right thing, but I know it'll take some getting used to. Still, I've lived with my parents for almost twenty-two years, so it is about time to move on. Besides, all the responsibilities that come with renting an apartment will help me grow up, because, y'know, I frankly could use some growing up.
My mother has recently decided that I should look into university, and keeps telling me that if I decide to do this after this year's experiment of being moved out, I can move back. She seems to be hanging her hopes on this, and it makes me sad to the point of crying, because as much as I do feel a little strange about moving out, I also know I'm not likely to be moving back home in the future. And, as Jenny told me when I mentioned this to her, it is a classic case of empty nest syndrome. It just makes me want to hug my mother and not let go, because she's obviously sad about my leaving, and I don't want her to be.