sentimental

We are having a freakishly warm day here today. I’m talking mid 80s. On one hand it make me really happy.

On the other hand, it’s almost the end.

One of my roommates’ moms asked me what day we move out of our apartment. So last night I cozied up with our lease to find out.

We have to be out by 9:00 AM on May 30th. And if packing up your earthly possessions isn’t daunting enough, there’s a laundry list of things we have to do before we can leave.

In two months, this 10 x 10 cube that I have occupied for almost 2 years will be empty. White.

Holes will be patched, baseboards will be washed. My stuff will be split between my past home and my future home.

I was much less attached to the dorm rooms I lived in the first half of college. The lighting was industrial. The walls were cinder block. The furniture was borrowed.

I lived there for 9 months, packed up, and left. I missed the people, but I never missed the space.

This room is different. I decorated this room with my own things. Like the twin bed I moved to from my crib. And the PB Kids desk that I searched for to complete my childhood room.

I changed the sheets on my bed last night. I realized that I will only use them for a short period of time. They’re just sheets, but the realization felt significant. It felt like the end of something.

As you can see, I’m feeling sentimental today. But I’m trying to be sentimental in the best way possible.

There is a bright side here. A silver lining. As these four years here come to a close, I get to have one last summer at home, and then I get a new roommate and a larger cube to decorate. And a lifetime of adventures ahead of us.