Empty

That is what my apartment is right now. Totally empty. All that's left to do is scrub the bathtub and the kitchen floor and leave my keys with the neighbors, and then I'm out of here for good.

It's so weird and echo-y in here without all of my stuff. I've lived here for four years and had everything decorated and organized just exactly how I wanted; packing everything up and hauling it away has been strange and jarring for me. My emotions are starting to surface, and admittedly I am procrastinating just a bit. Endings can be hard, and change isn't always easy.

But this will be a good change. I'm moving on to a whole new, awesome stage in my life. Well, for now I'm moving into Andrea B's basement.

But then I'm moving on to this guy:



And on to these guys:



And on to a dogged determination to get it right this time around.

My apartment may be empty, but my heart is full. <3