I received news today that a possible buyer is coming to look at my apartment on Tuesday and if they want to buy then I have about 60 days to get out.
This sent my brain in a spiral of worry and sadness.
I cried because that's not a lot of time and I'm broke and because I will miss my apartment so bad and everything it represents.
Independence, home, struggle, power, freedom, mine.
My boyfriend and I sat down and tried to figure out what to do.
He texted one of his friends who's been looking to move as well and we decided to all get a place together.
It's literally such an early phase.
I don't know if I will HAVE to move yet or if moving in with a friend will actually happen.
But it excites me.
A change. A real change.
Possibly less stress because it won't be all on my shoulders anymore.
I might actually get some help.
I might save some money.
It's hard to imagine all of this right now.
But, my heart is hopeful that this will be positive.
And my heart is sad to leave the place I've called home and worked my *** off for, for three years.