I moved out of my apartment this past weekend. But it wasn’t easy. It was the busiest weekend I’ve had in a long time.
On Friday, the boyfriend and I went up to his family cottage to open it for the season. Our day started at 8am with a 2 and a half hour drive and didn’t end until after 10pm.
Saturday was the first of two moving days. Since I’m moving back home, the boyfriend and I have decided to split our time between my parents house and his parents house. So, half my stuff went to my dads and the other half went to his parents. Saturday was the move to my dads.
I thought I was organized and ready to go, but boy was I wrong. When we arrived at the apartment on Saturday morning, I really didn’t have anything organized. The boxes weren’t taped up, I had stuff in places all over the apartment. What I thought should have taken an hour ended up taking a couple of hours. But, we got it done and we drove north of the city to unpack.
I’ve moved home after leaving once before, but that was for university so the experience is completely different. But moving home after living on your own, paying bills with your hard-earned money rather than student loans, is a very surreal experience. The reasons for moving out of my parents house when I did no longer apply, but I couldn’t help but be a little sad.
Sunday was the final moving day. The remainder of my stuff was going to the boyfriend’s house. The big stuff, like my bed, went to my dads. My day-to-day stuff was coming with me. Once the car was packed and we were on our way west of the city, I couldn’t help but think about everything that has happened to me in the past 9 months and how much everything has changed. It’s scary because the boyfriend and I have always had a place to go for ourselves. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a place to be alone. Now, we don’t really have a place to get away. I’m curious to see what happens now. I’m confident that the boyfriend and I will do just fine, but it will be interesting nonetheless.
I am exhausted today. The weekend has caught up to me. But it’s nice to know that I will be going “home” with the boyfriend. This is the beginning to the next adventure in our lives together.