And so it begins. Packing to move to a new state, a new apartment, a new year. It may not be the calendar's new year, but September 1 has marked a new "year" in my life since I've moved to Boston. It marks the start of a new lease. I've always had new roommates, new furniture, new friends, new hangout spots beginning on that day. The nights leading up to it are stressful and exciting. This year, things are a bit different as Brandon and I plan to move into a place that we'd like to settle in for multiple years. We're moving to Rhode Island, though I'll still be working in Boston. It will be our first time living with no roommates (with the exception of Olive-Nugget) and after 6 years, I think we deserve it. We've worked so hard to get where we are - mind you, we're poor as anything and luckily have parents who bail us out when our accounts hit the negatives - but I'm proud of us and excited to start our real life together.
Tomorrow marks a new year for me as well - I'll be turning 22. It's the first birthday that doesn't quite feel like a birthday to me. Normally I'm already celebrating. I typically have plans from the minute I wake up until I fall asleep, and I probably wouldn't be sleeping the night before. To celebrate tomorrow, I'm grabbing some dinner with Miss Brittany, and probably drink a margarita or four, but it's still weird to me that I don't have the whole day planned out.
I'm excited, nervous, scared, sad...emotional to say the least about the move. As for my birthday? I'm getting old - oof!