so much empty!
Jun. 14th, 2008 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaydeefalls
My parents have driven off, along with the bulk of my stuff. My apartment is distressingly bare -- I've still got my desk and my bed, but that's about it. My rug, my big comfy chair, my bookcases and books, all my posters -- gone. Still have a few DVDs left to get me through the next ten days. But it's so weird. I hate the intermediate stage of moving, when you're basically living in an empty room for a while, as you're in the process of moving out of or into a new place. This little apartment has been my home for nine months, and now it's...not.
Someday, I will live in one place for more than a year. This is a goal of mine. Since leaving home for college five years ago, the longest I've inhabited any one space was my senior year of college -- 14.5 months in one apartment. Mostly, it only gets up to eight or nine months, if that. It'll be another year at least before I can even start thinking of finding a place to beat that record -- the job in D.C. is providing me with housing, but again, that's only for a year. And working in theater, I can expect to continue to be fairly nomadic for a while yet. Ah, well. I'm glad that I'm a fairly adaptable person -- change doesn't bother me much.
Eleven days until I leave Chicago for good. Sixteen days until I fly off to Italy. One month and eleven days until I move to D.C. Three days until my twenty-third birthday. Woot.
Someday, I will live in one place for more than a year. This is a goal of mine. Since leaving home for college five years ago, the longest I've inhabited any one space was my senior year of college -- 14.5 months in one apartment. Mostly, it only gets up to eight or nine months, if that. It'll be another year at least before I can even start thinking of finding a place to beat that record -- the job in D.C. is providing me with housing, but again, that's only for a year. And working in theater, I can expect to continue to be fairly nomadic for a while yet. Ah, well. I'm glad that I'm a fairly adaptable person -- change doesn't bother me much.
Eleven days until I leave Chicago for good. Sixteen days until I fly off to Italy. One month and eleven days until I move to D.C. Three days until my twenty-third birthday. Woot.
