A few days ago I packed everything up that I had left and closed the door to that apartment that has been my home for the past years. It was weird, surreal. Matt was there and actually helped my friend and I move a piece of furniture, almost killing himself in the process. I didn't know what to say though and my friend could tell I was clearly flustered. I'm ready to move on but some things still hold me back, like the over $500 he still owes me that I'll probably never see again. I just need to let it go.
I'm now in a transition period where I've yet to move into my new place so I'm living out of suitcase in my friends living room, potentially staying with a few other friends in between. My friends have been so amazing through this whole ordeal, I'm not quite sure what I'd do without them. I've gone out more in the past three weeks than I have in the past three years. It's fun, I'm getting a new sense of life and feeling refreshed and happy!
Emma's new mom is still keeping me updated. It looks like her new home is going to work out. She told me that they absolutely love her and they needed her just as much as she needed them. (tears, tears and more tears) I still look at pictures of her and cry but I'm so glad she's in a great home and not sitting in a shelter.
This semester is coming to an end, summer is around the corner which means a trip to Las Vegas with friends and I'm looking forward to ALL of it.