Sorry to all if this post is a little heavy. This weekend was full of stress and excitement. My boyfriend and I decided a couple of months to move in together. We came to realize that I hadn't spent a night at my own apartment since New Year's eve! I already owned more than half of his closet with my own clothes, two bookshelves full of my favorite classics and a desk in the office that was all my own. It was time for us to make it official. This weekend, I headed over to pack up my apartment with a mix of nerves, excitement, sadness and nostalgia. I was excited to take that next step with my boyfriend, but I knew I was giving up a lot by moving in. I wouldn't have that 'just me, special, all alone' place anymore. I wouldn't have an easy escape route. I wouldn't have my favorite spots to go to and my favorite restaurants to eat at anymore. I wouldn't have only my stuff everywhere. I was moving to a new place with new restaurants, new spots, and a whole new 'always together' place.
As I packed up and ordered way too much from my favorite spot nearby, I sadly looked about my room as it sat in shambles. A whole chapter of my life was being closed. It was then that I realized that I needed to think more about what I was gaining and less about what I felt like I was giving up. I was gaining a new home, a new place to decorate for Halloween, a new place to light up a Christmas tree, a new couch to get cosy on a sunday morning, but I still had a big spot of nerves in my stomach. I was a bundle of stress and nerves as I walked down the stairs to meet my boyfriend. As soon as I saw the smile on my his face as he hopped out of the moving van, I was put at ease. I'm opening a new chapter and it looks like it will be a very exciting one.