The day has finally come…ya girl is all packed up and moved out of her apartment. The apartment that housed my undergrad body. The apartment that sheltered me through nursing school. The apartment that absorbed so many of my emotions through my first big girl job, failed relationships/friendships, and now heading out…WOW..
I know you might be thinking….Girl, move on! Yes, that’s exactly why I’m having these emotions. That was my very first key to independence. No more signing guests into my dorm room. No more annoying roommates I barely knew. No more of anything I was not comfortable with. Now I had big rent with bills. My line sisters and I have been in this place since December 2014!! The countless memories we’ve shared is priceless. Not being able to walk into one of their rooms and discuss our day or even sharing a meal is what I will miss the most.
I remember the first semester we moved in. We hosted a party that turned into a total zoo! The police was called. Drunken college students were wall to wall. A fight broke out. Surely, we received an eviction notice that Monday..LMBOOOOOO. What the hell were we thinking?! Nothing a little crocodile tears and begging to the leasing manager couldn’t fix!
This chapter signifies a new shift to the unknown. If you read my previous blog posts, you know that my plan for this year is to start travel nursing in the fall. My sisters and I did not renew our lease as we move on to our next phases. However, due to the Rona, I am not sure how travel nursing will look for me in future. *cues sad violent music* We’ll get into this later..
The move was extremely emotional for me. I was not expecting to be so teary and moody. The last 5 days consisted of me packing for a few hours then naps in between. My body felt so heavy. I could not focus on one task at a time. Why didn’t anyone warn me?! Shoutout to Kenya & family, Kia, Fred, Stephanie, Dominique, Tai, Markee, Trey , and my mom for all chipping in and making this move as smooth as possible. This week, I took my last shower in my room while playing some Doja Cat, ate some wings, sipped a lil dranky drank, and packed up the remaining items.
For now, I’m enjoying the simpleness of my hometown, Vance. Home of less than 400 people. No traffic lights. Empty roads. Nearest grocery store about 10 miles away. Home-cooked meals every other day. Being able to walk Zuri without fearing seeing the leasing manger. (Yea I was not paying that pet fee on the lease) Adjusting to my mom walking into my room without knocking like Im in high school again. Seeing my nieces and other family more. Enjoying being able to take my older family members to their doctor’s appointments. Old people are literally the CUTEST! I do feel a piece of me needed to be back home before starting travel. To appreciate the small things ya know?!
Any of you had to move back home for a period of time or currently home? Share the tea! I’m sure we can relate! In the past week, my mom has requested I burn trash, paint, organize room closets, rearrange furniture, and anything her busy self can get into. She’s going to catch on to my “ I’ll do it tomorrow “ soon! HELP!! Anywho, I’m taking every day one step at a time. I am commuting to work and I honestly look forward every week to immersing myself in Charleston’s busyness.
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