This is the place where I have spent my entire life. I have made the greatest memories here, and met the people who became my family. The ones I spend each holiday with. I love this place, and will be forever grateful for each day I have spent here. As much as I couldn’t wait to move out, I never thought I would be sad about it. When I reserved my unit, and was told my move in date was Sunday, I wasn’t jumping for joy like I thought I would be, instead, I felt like crying…. Because the first thing that came to my mind was how much I was going to miss my neighborhood and everybody in it. <3
Since the day I started college, 4 1/2 years ago, all I wanted to do was move out to North Hollywood so I would be closer to where my dance auditions are and so I could achieve the dreams I saw for myself. The only reason I didn’t was because my school was only 15 minutes away from my house. Well, I finally moved out this past Sunday.
Last week, I went on the computer to check my future apartments prices, to see if they had dropped to the price my parents and I had agreed on. Checking everyday just became a routine for me… So last Monday, when I checked, it was at that price… Minutes later, I reserved the apartment, and hours later, I found out my move in date was in 6 days (Sunday.) I literally had no time to process anything, and my mom and I got all of my furniture and everything I needed in just two days. Then before I knew it, I was laying in my room at my new apartment, and I was crying. That’s when everything really sunk in. I had such great day moving everything in with my parents, showing them around the area, and eating dinner with them, and watching them drive away gave me the heaviest heart. I already missed them. I wanted to take back all of the years I spent complaining about living at home, and saying how annoying my parents were. All I wanted was to spend one more night at home with them. Waking up to my mom blow dryer, or to my dads Pandora music.
I only live an hour away, and even though I’ll be home a lot, It’s sad to think that what I called home for so many years is no longer MY home that I will always be going to. But I have finally understood the literal meaning of the saying “Home is where the heart is.” My heart will always be there.
P.S. I will definitely post pictures once all of my furniture is nice and situated :)
