Escape from sadness

The first time I lived alone was in this apartment. After years of feeling sad, diagnosed as GAD post college, I'd finally moved out on my own and into this lovingly sunlit living room.

My late 20s were some of the best and worst times. While others seemed to have it all figured out, I felt lost in a limbo between adult and child. I hated the open time of the weekends and found solace in the routine of the weekdays. But, I knew something wasn't right.

At the same time, my late 20s were when I learned to love me. I found myself in between the spaces of what I thought my life should be.

This apartment represents freedom, sunny Saturdays, independence, tears, new jobs, old loves, early mornings, and walks alone. It will always feel special.

P.S. I found the rug at Rejuvenation.

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