I have a bad case of the Moving Day blues.
Tonight is my last night at my San Dimas apartment. Luckily, I won’t be too sad tonight because I am going dancing and will come home exhausted and happy from a fun night, but last night was hard and the one before that and the one before that for about a week and a half now.
Moving has been quite an adventure since my roommates first suggested it. I am not a fan of moving, so it has been tough to come to terms with, and then sadly, on Monday night one of my roommates announced that she is moving back in with her parents. So, it has been rough coming to terms with that as well and trying to find a third roommate for me and Em. This week consisted of considering moving to a two bedroom apartment together, calling potential roommates, and moving bills, ect. over from Ilise’s name. Who knew the week I was already dreading was going to be so much more painful and unexpected than I thought?! Not to mention that I had the last week of my Spring class on Tuesday and was doing homework for that and then spent my last class feeling sad to lose two friends who I can’t take classes with anymore (sad that I am in my fourth class and my friends are typically all in their ninth or so). It has been a roller coaster ride, but my parents and Em have really helped, as have my co-workers. I just keep reminding myself that God will never give you more than you can handle. I love that truth. He has continued to work small miracles all week, and I am ever so thankful.
Tomorrow night (Saturday) will be my first night in my new place. I am going to miss San Dimas, not so much because it is a gorgeous apartment or because I “nested” in my room (because I really haven’t), but I became a full-fledged adult in my current apartment. It was the first apartment I was ever responsible for legally. My first post-grad place (although technically I moved in before my last semester of undergrad). I learned to cook and eat more like an adult at my place. I learned to call maintenance a lot. I had my own washer and dryer in my apt, which the new apt does not have in the actual units, only three for the complex. I think I’ll probably miss that appliance the most! I bought a “big girl” bed here and a nightstand, two strong attempts in effort to nest for me. I had my first parties and friends over for dinner. I learned spiders are easier to kill with hairspray and how to get rid of mold in the bathroom (even if only for a couple weeks).
I have lived in this apt for two years, which is the longest I have lived anywhere since moving out of my parents’ house. It has been the closest thing to a “home” I have found and was a big source of security and stability for me. I will miss the washer and dryer. My big bedroom window. The kitchen. The porch and the summer nights Rach, Em, and Ilise and I use to sit out there and talk when it was too hot to sleep. I will miss the quirky neighborhood. The apt where “single mom” lived. I’ll miss seeing the kids play in the spa during the summer. The college kids who live behind our apartment and whose bedroom windows face mine. I’ll miss the girl who lives there who didn’t know she sang me to sleep one night with a song about Jesus when I was trying to not cry myself to sleep during a tough phase of life. I’ll miss the Middle Eastern family who always says hi to us and whose kids play on their bicycles in the summer time. I’ll miss the couple who live upstairs across from us and their adorable cocker spaniel, Bailey. I’ll miss the antics and strange hours of “naked guy,” who in his own small way (bad choice of words?) also introduced the roomies and me to something relatively new. I won’t miss the couples who move in and scream at each other.
I may even miss fighting with the bathroom mold.
But, I am thankful and blessed to have lived in San Dimas for the last two years and I am grateful my new apt is only a mile away and most of my routine won’t change at all because of my new address. I am closing the door on one chapter of my life and opening it to the next. We’ll see what sorts of memories this new apt brings, as well as what neighbors and roommates it may bring as well. All I know is that aside from moving, my life in LA is as close to perfect as it has ever been, and that it a blessing from God because it means I have no desire to move to San Diego. Maybe this new apt is exactly what Em and I need to continue on our current journey where living in this area feels so right, and where for me, what I have been praying for these last five years is finally beginning to happen.