I’m exhausted, my back hurts, I’ve sent my electricity bill through the roof, my emotions are running wild and I think my bank account is silently crying in a corner waiting for the end of the month to get here – but I’m officially moved into #APT6!
I’ll be completely honest here; I’ve cried more in the last two weeks than I did as a toddler. While it’s true that you find some of your greatest friends in college, and they tell you the 4 years you have will fly by, something that they leave out is that you have to go your separate ways – and it’s one of the hardest things you’ll have to do.
I’ve been fortunate enough to begin my career with a nonprofit here in Cape. One of my best friends has made her way three hours west to start working with the justice system, one has almost finished an internship with a major sporting goods company down in Florida and the third will begin her student teaching in the Gateway City this fall.
It’s safe to say my emotional self has cried as much as I did when I left home back in 2012.
Moving into my new apartment has been my savior, however, and that’s the inspiration for this post. In college you try and make ends meet with practically nothing. We all do it, it’s no big deal. Pots and pans are typically not on our Christmas lists, and we aren’t really sure why you need anything better than plastic plates and a couch you found at a yard sale.
This is also my first summer staying in Cape. Typically I do my time August – May, and ship back to Illinois during the summer months. So to me, that was always my home. Knowing that I was deciding to move my whole life here, stay permanently, and soon leave my college apartment made me feel like a small individual living in a space that wasn’t truly my own.
I needed this next phase of my life to not just be a home, but my home. I probably did about two week’s worth of moving over the course of 3 days. I’ve purchased my first couch and bed, restored an old farm table and dresser my grandpa had back in his shed and finally got to set up my KitchenAid mixer I got last Christmas. It’s safe to say I’m extremely proud of myself. (Not to mention I now live on the 3rd floor of my building; buns hun.)
I know I’m young, and millennials are supposed to never settle down, but I don’t think I’d be able to survive without splurging and turning this place into a real home. Plus, I’ve always considered myself to be a product of the wrong generation.
So yes, I spent the extra money on new furniture and wall decorations from Target. I’ve stocked up on hand soap, filled my bed with throw pillows and got my own WiFi password. I’ve turned this one-bedroom apartment into my new home.
They say it’s where the heart is, and in the midst of all this post-college change, I really needed to find my place. I’m unbelievably blessed to have the friends and family that I do, because this move wouldn’t have happened without their help. Thank you all.
P.S. – Hopefully this means basicblonde will start becoming a regular thing again?! I’ve invested a chunk of time into updating the whole site with new designs, pictures, widgets and posts.