For me, the moment I left childhood happened when I was well into my twenties. It was the moment I signed the lease on my first {and only} apartment. I remember the day clearly; I was feeling super cute in khakis, a black turtleneck ribbed sweater, and a super cute new blue jean jacket. I remember the outfit so clearly because it’s rare for me to ever have felt cute or trendy…and I did that day.
Anyway…I was twenty eight {?}. I had moved out of my parent’s house at twenty six and spent the next two years living at a friends house. I had never lived alone. The day I signed the lease I twirled out the living room and fell to the floor in a giggly mess of having something of my very own. I remember pressing my cheek against the brick walls as if to rub my new existence into it; adding my history to the amazing history of the renovated knitting company building.
I loved that apartment. This little blog was born in that place 🙂
that's exactly how i felt when i moved into my apartment and was living on my own. i literally sat in what would become my bedroom for atleast two hours just looking around, reading a book, and planning it all out. i miss that little apartment every single day!