Moving Into My Own Apartment: A Journey to Independence and Self-Discovery

The day that I signed my lease was such a fulfilling day, I was ready. Moving into my own apartment again was a personal goal that I was ready to hit.

I’ve always been more of a loner type—some days are really difficult for me to put on the mask that needs to be worn, simply to get lost in the crowd. I loved living alone, I missed it. So you can imagine how happy I was to finally be moving back into an apartment by myself.

On top of that, I was damn proud of myself. I had lost my job that previous November and had been trying to build a business the previous six months. To feel stable enough to move into my own apartment again by myself, that made me feel really good—it made me feel really proud.

That morning I got dressed early so I could go to my mom’s house before I went to sign my lease. I had just made the decision to re-do my wardrobe because nothing fit me anymore and I was tired of feeling like the ‘bag lady.’

“Thank you so much for bringing me home, for bringing me back to my roots… I’m grateful for feeling like I belong somewhere again.”

Those are the words I wrote down that morning as I sat on edge of the flower bed right in front of the leasing office, eager for them to open.

Like I said, I was ready for my fresh start.

As I came out of the leasing office with my newly signed lease, I felt like I was finally doing something on my own. Was it a fancy apartment? Nope, it was kind of crappy to be honest—but it was mine.

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Not only did I finally have something that was just mine again, but I was making the most of it. I was grateful for where I was at and the stability I was trying to build for myself.

My perspective was shifting.

I was ready to find my purpose—and let me tell you, I found it.