It's amazing how different it feels to be moving out of this apartment compared to how it felt when we moved in. Not just the influx of direction, obviously, but the entire situation. Even though I've had apartments before, moving in with Kim and Renee felt so grown up, so adult. It also seemed like it was going to be so much fun. As the three of us - plus Miranda, Justin and David - unpacked the pile of boxes and began putting together furniture more than a year ago, it felt like the lease we had just signed was more of a six-month excuse to party. We all had jobs, we all had bills, we all had boy problems we were going to share with one another night after night. Now I don't have a real job, Kim is in Seattle, and Renee and I are downsizing to renting rooms in our brother's house. In Molalla.
I feel as though I missed something somewhere, like perhaps I am going backwards in my life rather than moving forward to maturity. Shouldn't I be getting ready for a family? For marriage? For some big promotion or raise? For my own house?? This is not how I saw myself at this age. Was my life plan too specific or have I lost the plot somewhere along the way?
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