Movin' on up... or down...

Well, it's official. I have potentially concluded the hunt for an apartment, and in the next few weeks I might be leaving my parents house. Jeff and I have been searching for the perfect apartment for a few months, but nothing seemed to be quite right. We were looking for a certain location on Pembina Highway, which is apparently quite hard to find. After looking at many places, and suffering repeated disappointments, we found exactly what we were looking for.

We are waiting to find out if we will get the apartment, which has left me with time to think about this potential change. I have lived with my parents since I was born. The longest I have been away from home was when I was in Europe for two months last summer, but even then I had either my brother or my mother for company. Moving away from home and into an apartment with a boyfriend is a big step. I can't pretend I'm a student who hasn't officially started her life yet. Life is real now.

I won't have my mom there to make my lunch, help with my laundry, and drive me to school in the morning when I am stressed out. Yes, I know I am twenty-three, and should be doing these things for myself (which I usually do), but she is always there to help with anything I need. I won't have midnight chats with my brother anymore, but I guess we will actually have to find time to see each other. And I won't be able to talk to my dad whenever I want. We will have to rely on the phone, or the occasions we meet in person.

But overall, I'm excited. I feel that I am truly ready for this change. Sure, I attend classes full-time and don't currently have a job, but those are just details. Lots of people make it work, so I know that we can work too.

Does anyone have a toaster?