I find it amusing to revisit similar experiences from last year’s summer but are now under very different circumstances only to be reminded just how much has changed since then.
A year ago I moved into Xanland, my home away from home on the weekdays, excited at the prospect of independence, freedom and the start of new friendships with my soon to be roomates. As I shopped with my mom for condo-ments to furnish it with I remember the guy I was texting and the flurry of conflicting emotions.
Today I moved out of Xanland, my home away from home on the weekdays, nostalgic and reflective of the memories made, lessons learned and the friendships almost lost with my soon to be ex-roomates. As I shopped with my mom to buy a mattress for my new dorm I am texting a different guy with significantly less conflicting emotions.
Although I would’ve preferred closing this chapter with a different ending for what it’s worth it was still one hell of an experience – from the late night talks to even later inumans and a study sessions. But moving on doesn’t necessarily mean goodbye though. It simply means continuity but with a different part of your life. And honestly, sometimes you have to humbly thank the people who got you there no matter how they managed to do so.
I guess that’s the great thing about moving out – you can literally compartmentalize parts of your life into little boxes and see the bigger picture in the empty space that remains.
So here’s my tribute to the Condoms, the girls of 412, our extended family and the crazy yet fun year that I shared with them. As we all move on h0pefully all our suitcases are light and free from any unwanted weight from the past but heavy with memories that we’ll carry with us for a life time.
We started our new condo life with my 19th birthday. They gave me my first ever birthday surprise which I’ll always remember them for.
Cheers to the crazyness that ensues behind closed doors.
Jian, our night time crusader, this couch and all that it stands for hahaha
The all nighters, staying awake with each others company (along with cobra!)
Our lovely failure of a corkboard