30 Kasým 2015, Pazartesi
saat: 03:30
Officially moving out tomorrow. Turning in the keys to my "old" apartment and I already got almost everything organized in A's apartment, where I'll be staying until I move to Professor K's place next week. A part of me is really excited about how nice it will be to have a proper house (not like my grad student apartment) and how good it will feel to no longer be crushed by school and financial stress. But the other part of me can’t stop dwelling on the fact that this place will come with a big family (3 cats and a dog) and so much of my life has been consumed by being a student that I’m not entirely sure how the hell I’m supposed to take care of them properly. Plus, it makes me sad to leave my first apartment, especially considering this place that looked so teeny tiny when I first moved in had a huge impact on my life and helped me become who I am today. The fact that I can appreciate the loss of it makes me realize how far I’ve come and how many nice memories I had there, like how S. and I always giggled ourselves to sleep after listening to my upstairs neighbor peeing for five minutes straight, how we drank wine and built furniture with her in my first week there, how L. dropped by with K. whenever she was passing by, how I came home and found notes from C. on my door when we were still together, how I woke up to the smell of waffles A. made in the morning, how N. smoked his cigarette in front of the window as we talked about everything that's going on in our lives...There are lots of times I’m reminded of how amazing my friends are, and yesterday when I took the photos of the empty apartment (for the last time, just like in the last episode of Ask-i Memnu;)) was definitely one of them. So it should be okay to cry for the home that will never truly be mine again.
