Moving Week
Moving is bittersweet. This week, I moved out of my childhood home and into a new place with my fiance. The idea of starting a new chapter in my life excites me, but I am still missing my childhood home and the memories I made there. All my life, I have lived in that house and it is all I have ever known. I miss all of the small things. I miss hearing my parents car drive in the driveway. I miss hearing my dog run around with his tail wagging. I miss hearing the television shows my mom watched every week. I feel like an imposter in this new house. I am a person of routine, so this is all very challenging to me. I am slowly adapting to the challenges of moving, especially learning the budget of the household.