Moving.
This is the 4th time I’ve had to move out of the place that I’ve been living in and I realize that I still have a ridiculous amount of stuff. Four bins worth of school supplies and stuff that go on my desk; a mini suitcase full of books for recreational reading (even though I don’t usually have time to read for fun anymore); two suitcases and two 3-ft tall ziplock bags full of clothes; two ziplock bags full of bedding, towels, and stuffed animals; a printer, and a guitar. I still have more bathroom stuff and extra backpacks/bags/purses that I’m keeping at my apartment, too. It’s crazy how much I’ve accumulated and what’s crazier is that I don’t even realize how much I actually have until I move out.
Along with that realization, I always feel really bittersweet and nostalgic about moving out of somewhere. I wonder if I’ll ever really get used to the feeling of moving out, since I’ll be moving out of Brighton in 3 months and then I’ll be moving out of my apartment once more after graduation. I guess we’ll see…!
