MOVING.

i look around at my apartment where i have lived for like almost 4 years. insanity. it's becoming very real that i'm actually moving.

i'd be lying if i didn't say i was wildly optimistic about my future. i'd also be lying if i didn't say i wasn't thrilled to be leaving this apartment. it's a cool place and it holds so many memories. some good ones and kind of a lot of bad ones.

it feels like a trapping that was once necessary and is now not. i think i've myself to blame. stagnate.

i'm ready to move. goodbye pennington street. one more month.