OK not in the literal sense of the word, but I no longer have an apartment or home in my name after this evening. I’ve moved into my friend’s living room in Amarillo for the time being until I move out to California and start at RPA on June 25th.
I kept having all sorts of flashbacks of moments that I had in that apartment. The place I have called home for two years is gone. Well not gone, but gone from me living there. (maybe I’m being a little dramatic in this post)
I can remember moving into my first apartment, the place I called home (or 2x2x2 as some of you may know) and the excitement I had. The freedom that it brought. Then of course about a month later that wore off. I had to clean. I had to pay the bills. I was growing up.
I guess I can consider this move, this leap another part of growing up - now I just need to find a place to live in Cali…