My possessions in the house I've lived in for the last 3 years has been gradually boxed up over the last month. Teal and tan walls will be the only reminder that I occupied the space, and they'll be painted over during the weekend. It's bittersweet, but I'm ready to move forward.
In the fall of 2007 5 of my friends and I eagerly moved into the brick house above the tuxedo shop, certain that we were going to have the best time ever. We definitely had a pretty great time, but it was not without bumps along the way.
3 years later there have been 12 different girls who have lived with me. I've learned a lot about conflict resolution, sharing spaces, washing dishes, and learning to live with and love a wide variety of personalities - from loud, boisterous and random to quiet, reserved and shy. These girls have all helped shape me, and I'll definitely miss fun nights camped out watching trash tv and eating brownies, or 'family dinners' gathered around the table eating tons of delicious food.
There's something to be said for living with other people, especially a LOT of other people. My college experience was so much richer because of my roomies, and I highly recommend the experience to others.It definitely pushes you outside your comfort zone.
However, it's time to move on. Time to move (literally) forward - to my own place, with my own bills, own dishes, own responsibilities.
I've never lived on my own before. I'm a little nervous, but mostly excited to get to know my new neighborhood and neighbors more intimately, and carve out my own 3-room niche to relax, create, and live.
It's been fun, Tux DeLuxe.
