Today is my last full day in my apartment in Worcester. I will be moving out tomorrow afternoon.
Right now, I’m thinking about my last bit of packing…
But I also can’t help but think about the past two years I’ve had in this apartment.
When I moved into this apartment, I had just gotten back from a semester studying abroad in London. I literally had $2.00 in my bank account when I returned to the States, so I got a job I hated, waiting tables at a fancy restaurant where customers did things like emailing management to let them know the tables were not aligned correctly. Seriously.
Since then, a lot has changed. I’ve gone through four jobs. My boyfriend and I have grown and changed, and even though there were times when I thought for sure things wouldn’t work out, we are still together and happier than ever. My senior season of field hockey ended, and I got a job as an assistant coach at a nearby college. I had to learn how to enjoy running, since I only ever did it to train for the season. I discovered what it’s like to live on the third floor of a triple decker without air conditioning when the city is struck with a major heat wave. One roommate moved out (and went to western Africa with the Peace Corps) and another one of our friends moved in. I walked across a stage and got my Bachelors degree handed to me. A year later, I walked across that same stage and got my Masters degree handed to me.
A lot has changed in the past two years and even more has changed since I left for school five years ago. I can’t believe that tomorrow, after everything, I will be moving back home. Part of me knows it will be okay because I am very close with my family.
Part of me is excited to see this guy everyday:
Part of me is not happy that I will be moving home. Without a job. Part of me is happy that I won’t be living in a messy apartment anymore. But part of me is really going to miss living with my best friends of the past five years.
At least I’m going to see them in DC next week.