upon returning from my weekend trip and seeing the apartment and the room i shared almost empty, the reality of moving out of my first place has become heartbreakingly real. though it was nice to be “on my own” and out of my parents house for a while, i know i’m going to be happy to be back. i haven’t given them enough praise and thanks, but knowing i have their unfaltering love and support on my side will help me move on and hopefully help get me past this constant state of anxiety riddled depression. it’ll take some readjusting but it will eventually help me get sorted before i take my next big step. i can’t continute to dwell and harp on everything that happened in the last year. this little apartment has seen both the best and worst days of my biggest year so far: while a seven year relationship deteriorated and fell to pieces, a new love blossomed and grew. though i’m going to miss it beyond comprehension, it will be so nice to no longer live with a ghost.