Moving

I have put this off as much as possible, but today, September 1st, was move in day.  I had a wonderful one bedroom, an entire apartment to myself for an entire summer. (Minus of course the time Adam was there.) Although it is coming to fall season, instead of moving back to the US, starting school again, and being around the people I love, I found a new apartment. Shared with two others.


Now, I am looking forward to making friends with my new roommates, but I must admit some tears were shed as I said goodbye to my old place. I filled my day by stuffing my face to clean out the fridge. Cleaning and recleaning because my feet were dirty. Watching episodes of Sex and the City. Walking the dreadful walk to my new place. It’s only a ten minute walk, but I had to walk all of my worldly possessions this 10 minutes…twice. (This is when I miss having a car.)


I came to my new ‘home’ and after 10 minutes of packing and hours of transporting, I have unpacked everything into one room. Four shelves for clothing, two bookshelves, and one closet later, I am in a dorm like space. I don’t want to complain, I am spending less money, and hopefully creating friends. I think the reason this is difficult is, my two American visitors were only at the old place. This place has no touch of home. Just me, in my West Virginia sweatshirt given our victory yesterday.


As I settle into my new bed, I must remember, my routine will be the same. Monday-Friday I will still work. I will still go to my favorite café, and frequent my favorite bookstore. I will still watch my favorite show. I will do some of my favorite yoga poses. I am still only 4,479 miles away from my favorite people. So really nothing has changed.