When I was packing up my things, I got this nostalgic feeling. I looked around and told myself, this is where it all started. This is where I stayed during those times of despair from my former job. This is where I stayed when I broke up with my boyfriend. This is where I started my life all over again. This is where I matured. This is where I learned how to fly. This is the place. It was the same feeling when I left my dorm back in college. Those feelings, those sentiments.
But of course, one must move on, and accept changes. Since I've accepted a job that is quite far from where I used to live, I must move to a closer one. And thus, here I am, blogging in my new apartment. The change is a bit overwhelming, since this would be the first time that I would be living alone... no roommates, only me. I guess this is what you call moving on and moving forward.
Though it hasn't been the only move that I did these past couple of months. The move from one job to another, the move from one special someone to another, and the move from one priority to the next. I guess, this is a new start, a new beginning.
Today is my birthday... yeah its my birthday, and I think the apartment is a gift for myself. I hope that I can have good memories in this apartment LOL. (talk about nostalgic)
Anyway, here are some of the pictures of the apartment.
