I'm officially all moved out of my apartment. I cleaned the crap out of it last night so today I'll be giving my keys to the new person moving in.
It's sad to think that I'll never be going back there. So many things have happened to me while I was living there: a promotion at work, two break ups (and make ups) with Boyfriend, I got a new car, I got pregnant. I feel like I kind of "grew up" there. I'm happy for what's to come in my life but it was bittersweet leaving last night.