My landlord’s wife found someone to move into my apartment. Great news! They are going to let me out of my lease early so that he can move in. However, in order for all this to happen, I need to be out of the apartment by Sunday, May 11. Egads! So I have reserved a U-Haul truck and movers on either end to load/unload the truck. Now I am packing like a fiend. I actually don’t own a ton of stuff and 1/3 of it has already been moved to Phoenix, so this is not going to be too tough. I find that now that everything is happening, though, there are mixed feelings (about the move, not the BF).
This weekend the BF and I started shifting furniture around at his place to get ready for the influx of stuff (we’re going to move all my things to Phoenix and then decide what things we’re each going to get rid of to make everything fit).
(this may or may not be boxes and boxes of my crap.)
In a totally gooey romantic note, this means that on the day of our two-year anniversary I will be completely moved in with him. Two years ago today–we had exchanged maybe two e-mails. I never would have imagined this.
I am so happy.
However, I am very sad to give up my Flagstaff apartment. It is the cutest place I have ever lived, and I have also very much enjoyed living on my own for the past few years. I remember being scared to not have roommates, but it has been so freeing and great that I am kind of sad to not have that anymore. I was kind of procrastinating moving out even though I probably wouldn’t have been here past the 11th anyway, just because I didn’t quite want to admit that the place wouldn’t be mine anymore. It’s probably good that the landlord found someone because a) they never would have let me out of my lease otherwise, and paying double rent sucks, and b) I wasn’t trying too hard on my own.
My whole life (okay, it started my senior year of high school) I have felt nostalgic and sad when moving on to “the next thing.” I feel like every time I have put down roots and worked hard to get everything in my life exactly the way I want it, everything changes. High school ended and I went away to college knowing hardly anyone at my new school. I half think I got my Master’s degree just to stay in the town I lived in during undergrad for two more years. I moved across the country for another degree and the friends I have made here have been great–but we are all slowly graduating and moving on anyway, so they will all leave even if I don’t. I will have to make all new friends again, find a new job (something I have never done–all my work has been for the universities I’ve attended), adjust to living with someone full time–it’s scary.
I guess I am finally becoming a grown-up. Now if only the job search would suddenly pan out, I’d be sitting pretty.