Moving into your first apartment is something I’m sure everyone dreamt about when living in the dorms during your freshman year of college. You think about how you are going to decorate your private space, what colors the room is going to be, what theme to follow (if any), what will be hung up on the wall, and so on.
As fun as it is to move in and decorate, moving out is a completely different feeling. Think about it; you have been living in you first apartment, by yourself, for a whole school year. Do you realize how many memories have been made here? I mean, how different was it from the dorms? How much better it was to have your own space and privacy?
I did not until I saw my empty room and had a flashback to move in day. It is weird to think about how many months ago it was when I was moving into this apartment. Time just flew by. If you would have told me that on a year from move in day I would be moving out and going back home for summer, I would have told you that you were crazy. Once my apartment was all set up and I was moved in, I did not want to be anywhere else. I thought that the day I had to move out would never come, but it came much faster than I anticipated.
Between having all my sisters in my sorority over prior to date dashes, watching football games in the living room with friends, baking some kind of dessert in the kitchen every weekend, hanging out with my boyfriend no matter what time of the day it was, having more than one roommate and coming back after a long day of classes and crashing, one can say that I have made memories in that apartment that will never be forgotten.
My first apartment was the apartment where I met my amazing boyfriend, who helped me not only move out and into another unit, but gave me all the amazing memories that we have shared. Lying on the bare mattress with him and talking about all the memories that have been made here, with none of my belongings anywhere in the room, really made me look back at the past year and realize how much of a better person I have become. That apartment taught me many lessons that I will carry on to my new apartment.
Moving out of my first apartment was a bittersweet moment, but my boyfriend helping and staying by my side made me that much more excited to move out and find out what the future has in store for me.
