I recently moved into a new apartment. If you know me, you know I move A LOT. In fact, this will be the 12th time I have literally packed up my stuff and moved to a different location...all in about 5 years. Its been quite ridiculous and I am aware of that. But this place is a keeper. It was built in 1928. This is part of why I love it so much. It has all these neat bits of character: an arched doorway, a wall cutout for a phone, an ironing board that comes out from the wall, wood floors. Its perfect for me and Peanut (who happens to be the cutest dog in the planet). Not to mention that the location being closer to my sisters house is a huge plus.
I have never been happier in an apartment. Its more than an apartment to me here. Its a home. And I'm working on making it mine. All my life Ive had hand-me-down things; this time around I wanted things in my place that I PERSONALLY picked out. So I've been selling almost everything I had so that I would have the funds to buy all new things. I'm only a few items away from being done. I've already bought my first kitchen table, bed, rugs, curtains, and I got the red couch I've always wanted! I just need to sell my dresser and my love seat, purchase a chair or chaise lounge, and then I'll be done. I cant wait. Its been quite the task but its so worth it. It makes me feel like I'm growing up in a sense...making big purchases...creating a home. Its exactly what I needed after turning 25.
25 was a big year for me. The last time I remember FEELING older on a birthday was when i turned 20. I was leaving the teens and that felt like a big deal. I suppose it was in its own ways but 25 is a much bigger deal. I always thought I'd be married with at least one kid by 25. Especially since I was ready to be married at 18 (and I don't mean like a kooky ridiculous school girl ready). Little did I know God had other plans for me. If Id have been married when I wanted not only would it be to someone awful (haha) but I wouldn't have been able to dive into the theatre world like I did. Not that you cant be married in the theatre world, but when I dove in I DOVE in. We're talking 7 days a week. No marriage can survive a 9-5 PLUS every night at the theatre 365 days a week. Its just not possible. Id have missed out on lots of experiences and relationships that I feel have been a big part of who I am today. I don't know where or who I'd be without all of that influence and love. I was always one who moped about being single during my teen years. And in my early twenties til recently I had actually adopted the idea of single "cat lady"...though my pet of choice would be dogs. Cats are icky, haha. This was a legitimate thought process that Id seriously almost come to terms with. And then things changed.
Its a beautiful, exciting, wonderful thing when someone you've known awhile starts being noticed in a different light. And its even more beautiful, exciting, and wonderful when you realize that person has noticed you in the same light. So after lots of awkward goodbyes in the Griffis front lawn, heart pounding nervous texts, and moments that the butterflies could carry you away I found myself dating the most amazing man in the world. Friday will be 5 months with Jeremiah, otherwise known as Jeremiah Lamentations or Meerkat depending on the crowd. I can honestly say its been 5 of the greatest months in my life. I can also honestly say that I never would have thought you could fall in love with someone so deeply and sincerely so quickly...but you can. And I did. I now only look forward to the exciting things life has to bring us.
"Us": A word I'd almost given up on.
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