Two years worth of junk has gathered at Apt. #15 and every inch of it has a story or some great memory tied to it. Packing has taken way longer than expected because each item is carefully inspected as a bit of nostalgia is stirred. I love that my apartment brings me a deep sense of comfort and how I have a full guest book as proof that I am not the only one who loves this place. Lindsay and I have gained so much joy by sharing our home with friends and family passing through and I only wish we had started our log book an entire year earlier. We've decided that in our next apartment[s] (um yes of course we are going to continue living together...) another couchbed motel will be an absolute requirement.
It's strange being in this limbo between the life I have known for 3.5 years and the life I am about to lead in Australia. I don't really know what to do with myself. As I sit here in my naked room in Boone the sun setting outside my window creates a stunning orange to deep blue gradient. It reminds me of all the sunsets (not so many sunrises) that I've seen here and how each time the photographer side of me yearns to capture it in a picture and take a piece of the beauty with me through life. Thats exactly how I'm feeling right now with this apartment. I want to capture this apartment and its sentiment and take it with me along with my roommate/best friend in the whole world. I've never loved a place so much in my life but I've got to learn to let it go. I must keep telling myself that I am about to embark on a life-changing experience where I will find a new home down under. The sunsets in Sydney will make this all worth it.
