New Chapter

Getting the key to my new place. They’re sort of bittersweet moments. It’s hard to believe I’m leaving my wonderful place. The first place I lived by myself in. The place I turned 30 in. The place I fell in love in, and the place I hit rock bottom in. The place I lost days on my couch, and the place I knew I was never far from friends in. The place I adopted my first kitten in, and broke my older cat’s heart. It’s been a long year. Long, lonely, and interesting. But it’s time to move on.