last night I spent my first night in my new apartment.
it was kind of weird to sleep in a place all on my own, but the central air was well worth all of the creepy noises that come with a new room.
I've been getting kind of nostalgic about our old place, though. we lived there for a solid 2 years and had all sorts of crazy adventures, hilarious nights, embarrassing mornings, and lovely family dinners.
I stayed up until 3 am last night arranging my furniture and getting my stuff back in order, and I am probably going to do the same tonight. making my closet orderly is just not as exciting as getting a solid night's sleep.
while it's awesome, I will miss making this walk up my street. I walked this probably a thousand times, and nearing this bend meant that I was almost home.