With the new school year upon us, I feel more like an adult than I ever have before. As I sit in my living room, observing the boxes of all of my belongings scattered throughout my house, I realize just how big of a step I'm taking. I'm no longer living in a dorm building with all of my fellow students; I'm living in my own apartment, with my own room, my own rent to pay, and most importantly, my own space.
College is all about new experiences and new beginnings, and this certainly feels like a new beginning. I've never quite felt at home at college, mostly because coming back to a dorm at the end of the day didn't feel the same as coming back to a place I can call home.
But with my own room and my own space, I feel much more settled than I ever have in my college career. I feel calm and at peace in my apartment. After a long day, I can come home to a place that I really call home, not just one room.
I filled my spacious bedroom with candles and lights, an environment that I know will calm me when I'm at my highest points of stress. Aside from the man with the beautiful tenor voice who I often hear singing from across the building, apartment 11 is quiet and serene.
My first apartment is sacred and I love every minute I get to spend in my own space. I'm able to read, concentrate more on homework, and listen to music in a more personal space.
More than just feeling like an adult, I love being in my own place because I love embracing my own time in my own room. I cherish the silent moments where I feel completely at peace with myself in my new little home.
