I didn’t expect to get emotional today, taking one last walk through my old apartment to make sure everything was okay before handing it over to my landlord.
But I did get emotional. I may have even shed a few tears. This space that hugged me for 6 years. The first space I could call my very own (and host my own dinner parties). Where I learned what it’s like to be excited to come home at night and just “be”… and how important that is for one’s psyche.
I have much to be excited about and grateful for in my present life. But I will never, ever forget this apartment.