It’s very odd moving but staying in the same area. I’m still taking the Metro to work, even using the same station. On Tuesday, when I got off the train, I found it very odd that I wasn’t going to the house. It was a lot easier to imagine going there and settling in for the night than picturing going to the apartment. Last night, I got the same pang. It was like I wasn’t going the right way. But the pang was less than it had been. I imagine that tonight it will be even less, and by next week, it’ll be mostly gone. I mean, I certainly don’t get upset when I see my old apartment.
I’m trying to remember how it was when I was in high school. After my freshman year, we moved from a house to an apartment for a year. I was in the same town and went to the same high school, participated in the same activities. But it was different. Mostly because not only was I in a different space, but also my father and sister were both gone. I don’t think I was too upset. It was just…different. A change.
The apartment is good (except for the oven problems). It’s lovely and bright and open and full of boxes. The house is now almost completely empty. The only things I still have there are my broom, dustpan, and brush. I may need to paint my room, but I’m hoping I won’t. It was odd walking around there; I was brought back to when we first moved in. Well, it was a (mostly) good 20 months.
Current song in my head:
“Gettin Jiggy Wit It” by Will Smith