Cause everything it must belong somewhere.
Day 26, 27 and 28 of 30 Pictures in 30 Days/Day 11, 12 and 13 of the 30 Days of Good
On Sunday, I finally did the last bit of cleaning at my baby apartment. My neighbors came over and at one point just helped me throw all of my stuff into a box to bring or the trash. They really forced me to speed up the process, and I could not be more grateful. My challenge for the day was to document hopefulness. During the whole day while I was cleaning, all I could think about was falling asleep in this warm bed and that the next day the sunshine would wake me up. So in its own way it gave me hope that I would eventually be done cleaning.
Moving is hard, especially when you feel like you are breaking up with your apartment. I lived in Midtown Sacramento on a beautiful tree-lined street for about three years.
I know. An apartment is supposed to just be a place where you rest your head. But when you move somewhere and you don’t know a soul, your apartment becomes your refuge. It’s where I spent those first couple weeks debating whether to go to a movie or bar by myself. It’s where I talked to friends and family that I miss with all my heart who live across the country. It’s where I crashed with Ramon after a night of Latin dancing. It’s where Patrick would bang on my door at 7 a.m. every time there was a garage sale. It’s where Lauren and I would go when we needed a break and wanted to go to an artsy movie or go to the neighborhood newsstand. It’s where I lived.
But it’s time to move on. I can already tell I’m going to love having an extra hour and a half a day not commuting to Lodi. Lauren and I can watch TV at lunch. If I forget my notebook at home, it’s not the end of the world. If I’m working a split shift, I have a place to spend a few hours. I have a roomie who loves watching crappy MTV/VH1 shows as much as I do. And I’m saving a ton of money.
So baby apartment, thanks for being my home. I will miss you.