Growing Up- One Apartment at a Time

This past weekend I moved after living in my apartment for three years (no, I didn’t move in with Luke- we’re traditional). I’ve been looking forward to this transition for awhile since my old apartment had some major negatives like: tiny bedrooms, no grocery store or food options nearby and a long, frigid walk to the El in the winter. My new place is a step up all around- it’s in a better location, has a bigger bedroom and is a more convenient commute to work.

As I was packing up the last three years of my life – photographs, books, Halloween costumes…halloween 

…among other things – I couldn’t help but feel a bit nostalgic about what I was leaving behind. It was here that I festered over what clothes to wear to my first client meeting, participated in late-night dance parties, cried to my roommates when a guy stood me up and baked Luke his favorite oatmeal raisin cookies.

I did so much growing up while living on Wellington Street. I transitioned from a naive, college student with little responsibility to a hard-working, city-living adult, making important decisions.

But it’s not just me whose life is changing. My friends are also moving on to new phases. They’re buying condos, moving up the ranks at work, finding committed relationships and not going out NEARLY as much- although we rock out when we do!  

Although it feels like the end of an era in some ways, I’m excited about what comes next. All of the changes happening in my life and in the lives of my friends are good ones that will hope will make us happier and a little bit wiser every day.