I spent my first night sleeping at the new place.
I must say, though, that last night, as I stopped by the gf's apartment to pick up some stuff that she had been keeping for me, I looked up at what was my old apartment, and, for a second, I missed it. Not because it was such a great place or had such amazing amenites, but rather because it was my first apartment, and it had therefore been where I lived during an important time in my life.
I have spent over two years in that place. Two years of different roommates and messes, and two years of friends and coziness. Two years of various jobs, and two years of money spent.
However, as I woke up at the new place this morning, and I again realized that, yes, I, in fact, do live in what can only really be described accurately as heaven in apartment form, I knew that it was all for the best.
Goodbye Cobblestone Park. You were good to me.
P.S. This should be the last terribly boring post about moving. While there may be further posts about the new place, those should be tittilating and riveting.
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