I’ve had a lingering anxiety attack for over a month now and I’ve kind of forgotten what my normal feels like. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had moments of peace and calm, but overall, I haven’t felt like myself in a decent amount of time.
I was going to write this post last week as a celebration of getting the keys to my brand spankin’ new apartment – but I was honestly so exhausted from the excitement, moving boxes up stairs, and driving between places, I couldn’t get myself to do it. I’ve now been officially moved in for five days and I’m feeling good.
Usually, I don’t embrace change well. I’m normally a puddle on the floor, begging my parents to stay as long as possible, and barely eating because my stomach is in knots. I like being comfortable and knowing my routine and how everything will work. Yet, this time, I was different. While my stomach was in knots throughout the entire move, not once did I shed a tear. Did I come close? Yes, but mainly because my friends were being overly kind to me.
The past two months have been incredibly anxiety inducing. I went from having a roommate, to not having a roommate, to having to find my own place, to signing a lease for something that’s at a higher price point than I wanted, to moving all of my furniture in, to purchasing plane tickets for weddings and birthdays, to purchasing needed furniture and supplies, etc. It’s been one thing after another and I can’t say I’m handling it perfectly – but for once, I’m embracing the change and taking it in strides (even if I am still feeling anxious and don’t know when I’ll shake it).
So here’s to new apartments, comfy couches, and a place to fill with great memories!
Thanks for reading,
P.S. My new place allows dogs and can it be 2020 already so I can get one?!