This week I am moving out of my apartment. In a couple of days, as a matter of fact, and although my future is bright and exciting, I find myself strangely nostalgic and slightly sad at the impending move. I actually teared up earlier, when I started thinking about it.
I have lived in this place for almost four and a half years. That's a long time. Much has happened here. Some good, some not so good, some amazing, some horrible...
The truth of the matter is, I found myself in this place.
When I moved here I was lost...so very lost. My life was changing in every sense of the word. It was a change that was needed, necessary, and of my doing, however, I was completely alone...and lost. Over the years in this apartment, I have laughed, cried, oh...so many tears, fought, loved, lost, faced things, worked through things, let things go, repaired relationships, repaired myself, prayed...more hours than I could count, sat alone...sometimes by choice, sometimes not, felt loss, finally felt loved and truly loved in return, found friends, found a career...found MYSELF!
In three more days, I will leave this place. I will leave behind the negativity and the loss that I experienced here. The memories will remain, but hopefully, in time and with new surroundings, the bad ones will fade. I will take with me the happiness I found, the future that I discovered, and best of all, I will take me. The new me. The best me I have ever been. I will take me and find the future that God has laid out for me and my family. I can not wait to see what this new chapter will bring and the life I am about to embark on.
Thank you for the memories, apartment....it's been real. Now, I gotta go. My future awaits me. *Cue more tears...*
Close this chapter and open the book of my future? Don't mind if I do...
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