Okay, it's official. Kaylee and I signed our lives away to my first big-girl apartment (and by big-girl apartment, I mean an unfurnished apartment #studentlivingprobs) (I'll never hashtag in a blog post again).
ANYWAY. After a lot of going back and forth, wanting to save money but wanting my own space, we asked ourselves, "if not now, when?" and took the leap! Thankfully we both have really good credit, so fees were minimal. I was a bit nervous about a reservation fee/signing fee/deposit/etc., but so far there's been no surprises.
You bessssst believe I've been blowing up my Pinterest boards after the move became official. How could I not? I'm so excited to buy my own furniture and create my own little space. I even found myself thinking, "I wish I didn't have to wait another month to move out."
I stopped myself there.
I find that I spend too much time wishing time away. Wishing for Friday, for a weekend trip, for a vacation. Yeah, moving out is gonna be great; being closer to my boyfriend and to work will be awesome...but to be honest, I'm going to miss living with my parents. I'm going to miss coming home from a long day at work to a kettle of hot tea. I'm going to miss eating at the dinner table with them on weeknights and drinking coffee with them on the occasional Sunday morning that I'm home. I know I'm not moving far away or anything (20 minutes...let's get real here), but I want to enjoy every moment I can while I'm still here. After all, this could be the last month that I'm a permanent resident of my parents' house...forever. That's a crazy thought for me!
So here's to breathing in every moment; appreciating everything we can to the utmost extent. It's easier said than done, but I want to enjoy life - not wish it away. XO