This past week I finally moved into my apartment, raising the grand total of moves I've made in the past three years to five.
Five times.
This is especially mindblowing considering I lived in the same house for almost 18 years before my parents bought the big ass house (the official term for our new family home). I moved to California, back to home, and now to my own place.
It was an intense move. Moving of course is always intense but this one was overwhelming at times. I've lived away from home, lived on campus when I was in college, but I've never really lived alone. The fact that from now on it's just me hit me like a semi.
In some ways it's incredibly exciting to have this complete fresh start in my life, in others it's so heartbreaking I feel like I can't breathe.
I've never been in the position where I have nobody but myself to answer to. I feel very free and in control of my life.
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