We'll keep movin' on, we're movin' up, keep movin' on

On Friday, I moved.

I loved my apartment - it was all mine and I loved it. I put a lot of work into (and even more that I never wrote about.) It looked like me. And even though my neighbors were less than desirable and it was pretty small, I'll miss it.

I've been moving things slowly over the past few weeks, but last week, my brother and I loaded the rest into a van and stuffed my Jeep to the gills with the rest of my stuff.

I dropped some off at my parents and moved the rest into my new place.

Living on my own was one of the best experiences I've had - I didn't have to worry about being woken up, or waking anyone up; I could clean and do laundry when I pleased. But most of all, I supported myself - I was on my own. No one to help with bills, no one to make me do things, just me. I learned a lot about myself over the year I lived there and I am over the moon grateful for the opportunity.

I went back to finish up and it looked so small. For some reason, when my furniture and books, and clothes and shelves were in there, it looked much bigger than it actually was. Maybe it was all the personality I put into it spilling out.

I moved to a new town, in a new county. And I'm no longer by myself.

But I'm so very much looking forward to sharing my space with two of my favorite people.

My brain is super fried. It involves pain to look inside.

A few weeks ago, I found an old online journal of mine. Kind of like a precursor to this here blog.

Except way crazier.

Seriously, I was reading through the entries and my jaw just kept getting closer and closer to the ground. Granted, it was written between the ages of 13 and 15, and I'm pretty sure all adolescent girls are at least a tiny bit insane.

But, woah. Honestly, it kind of freaked me out.

I was battling some things when a lot of it was written and its so apparent- I was really struggling and reached out to people online because I felt really alone. But the thing that really struck me was that I wasn't reaching out for help-I just wanted them to feel sorry for me. No uplifting, no encouragement-just sympathy. And that's exactly what they did-they didn't try to help, they just commiserated. It was really depressing to read.

I couldn't help comparing it to my blog now- and thus, my life. If you would have told me this would be my life at 24, I really would have thought you were out of your mind. But I'm so grateful that my life has followed a plan besides my own. I'm so grateful that I have this blog to document everything. And I'm so grateful for all of you ladies who are so supportive and encouraging and sweet and wonderful.

The people I interacted with on the old "blog" weren't friends. But you guys are-so thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

You've got a friend in me.

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So now I'm standing here alone. I'm learning how to live life on my own.

Sweat dripping, I take a deep breath. I look around in amazement. I am wonderfully, blissfully alone. Smile from ear to ear, I finally relax

This post is in response to a prompt at Write on Edge.
"This week’s assignment was simple: write a story of your choice. The catch? Write it as a tweet. Use only 140 characters – including spaces."

(P.S. I typed this into Twitter to make sure I abided by the character limit, and this is 140 on the dot. But can I just say that the last sentence not having a period is killing me!?!?! haha)

Shower me with your love.

Happy Wednesday everyone! It's time to link up with Jaime at this kind of love for What I'm Loving Wednesday!

Since I'm still on a high from moving into my new apartment, I'm going to do some things I'm loving about being on my own!

I'm loving decorating! My friend is coming over to help me paint this week, and I'm so excited!

This is one of my inspiration pictures. Grey + yellow = love.

I'm loving being able to wake up early/go to bed early and not waking anyone up, or being woken up myself!

I'm loving being able to work out/do yoga, without worrying about anyone finding me in awkward positions haha

Awkward.

I'm loving being able to sit in silence if I want! So peaceful!

I'm loving enternally grateful for my friends and family who helped me move, paint and get the new place ready, my co-workers who kept me grounded, made me laugh and supported me when I was stressed out and my god who put this opportunity in my life and in my heart! I'm so blessed!

I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work.

About a year ago, I took a class at work that was focused on "Personal Visioning". We were asked to write a few pages about where we wanted to be in one year, 3 years, 5 years.

One of my main goals was to be living in my own apartment within the year.

It's not exactly new...

and it's not very big.

But, it's all
mine.

The past two weeks have been a few of the most stressful weeks I can remember in the recent past, but when I laid in bed on Friday night, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

I have a lot of work to do, putting things away, building things, making things, painting, but for now I'm just basking in the glow of being completely on my own.

And I really could not be any more at peace about it.