It is my last night in this apartment. It's interesting how inanimate objects hold such weight, emotion, and experience within their fibres.
I don't know whether I would say it was a good year here, or a bad one. All I can say is that it was eventful. This was my first home living on my own, out of school. Sure, it was humble, but I should be proud that I could do that.
I would never have imagined that in this year alone, I would have been in love, been heart broken, worked a shitty retail job, worked at a private school, strengthened beautiful friendships, cut out toxic ones, survived what I feltto be a quarter life crisis, and ultimately, landed my dream job.
I can literally FEEL the changes happening in my life. I have said this to some people, and not gotten the response I wanted. Perhaps they have never felt this way.
I can feel my pulse quickening when I wonder what changes will happen next year in my lovely new place.
I am happy. I have gained a sense of perspective that I needed, and I am eager to keep becoming wiser and more experienced.
On that note, goodnight.
