Life As We Know It

It's so surreal for me to think about where I am going to be in a mere 2 and a half months. I thought that I would be surrounded by my 2 best friends in our amazing apartment, going hard and having fun to celebrate our last year of college and the fact that we are all finally going to be 21. Well, life isn't always easy or what you think.

Plans have changed and we are no longer going to live together. My roommate (we will call her K) and I are moving back into an on campus apartment. We are waiting to see if we will be living in a 2 bedroom or a 4 bedroom. We are hoping that we won't have random roommates. 

My experience with random people haven't been very good. I am comfortable with my roommates now and we love each other. We share everything and have never even fought. I can leave my bedroom door open and never worry about anything. 

I probably sound like the most over dramatic person ever but, I feel like we've left our mark on this apartment and it's left it's mark on us. We've lived, loved, cried, and everything in between. We've celebrated our 21st birthdays. We've cried about loved ones lost. We've watched about 18,000 shitty horror movies. We've a cuddled in bed and talked about everything under the sun. I kissed the guy I thought was my prince charming, and found out he wasn't the person I thought he was, all in this apartment.

I love everything about it. I love our TV that sometimes doesn't turn on, our ugly Navajo print couch with the cushions that never stay put, the box of deck chairs we couldn't ever figure out how to put together, and the Christmas lights we left up on the mantle. It all means something to me, to us. I don't know why, but we weren't planning on leaving till one of us got engaged. 

I keep telling myself that it's only for a year. August 2013, we can live together again. I have no idea how likely that is to happen, but I keep thinking about it. It can't be real. I know it shouldn't be a big deal at all, but I learned about myself more in this apartment than I have anywhere since my childhood home. 

I took a break from slowly cleaning up my room and beginning to pack away the things that I won't need for a while, like my winter clothes. I was sitting on my floor about to cry, putting all my sweat shirts in the huge pink container we used to make hunch punch in (classy I know, and I cleaned it out). I feel like I'm packing up my life. I never thought it would hit me this hard. 

Trying to remember better times. 3 bffs, no matter the location or the situation.