Lately I have felt uninspired about my writing. Its so hard to FORCE out what you want to say, when you have tons of things stuck in your head that you want to write about. I'm currently in the process of writing an epic blog all about meeting those that inspire you, but its just not blog worthy just yet.
Anyway, now to the topic on hand. I moved to a new apartment a week ago. It's definitely an upgrade from where I used to live, but the move was a little bittersweet. I had lived in my old place for three years, and one year I had given the place to two really good friends of mine. It was also my first off campus apartment. It had been such a part of my life and leaving it was saddening, even it it was a craphole. It was MY craphole. Don't get me wrong, I was not a fan when my water was randomly shut off, and the construction zone it is now becoming, and when the building caught on fire for the SECOND time...I was not amused.
But this place also was the center of many late night talks, good company with good drinks, the place we would run to when we didn't want to deal with drama, or the place where we sat down and really talked things through with one another. It was also convenient that a bunch of friends also lived in the same building. My old place is where I grew, and after this last year, I really felt that it was time to move on, from the apartment that a young 20 year old once lived in. Knowing that I was the last one to live there before it will be remodeled makes me smile. Apartment #21 wasn't just meaningful to me; it was indirectly passed down between my fraternity brothers, and just full of memories to so many different people. With all that was changing at the end of the semester, a change of scenery seemed to fit in perfectly.
The new place is nice. It is only three years old, and has all the things that one would hope for in a new place. I no longer have to search for quarters or wait until I go to my parents house to do laundry. I don't have to do dishes, and central air is just blissful. I now live with four cats and two girls, but it has been pretty nice. I wake up, come over to my laptop and check my e-mail, twitter, fb, etc. while one of my cats sits on the chair and greets me good morning. I proceed to eat breakfast, get ready for work, and then head over to the museum. It is nice to finally have some type of structure and its even better that none of the cats fight with one another. I feel that eventually new memories will be made, and I have no doubt that in time I can call this place Home. I'm excited to what this change in scenery will bring, and I know that it will be all for the better.
