Moving

This is my room. It has also been my kind of sanctuary the past four months.

Today I am moving on campus. I won't be the "local" anymore. Although I'm really excited for the experience, I'm surprised at how sad and scared I am. It's been 3 and a half years since I lived on campus/lived with five other girls.

That was never the plan.

When I originally moved back home, it was only going to be for one semester, because my cousin wanted me to live with her and my parents. Then one semester turned into two when I decided to save money to go on a mission and that turned into another 18 months as I left on my mission, another 7 months after I took a job at Deseret News, another semester as I decided to save money because I was engaged and another semester - this past semester - as plans changed and I just really needed my mom and dad. 

I love this little corner room with it's many windows. It represents a lot of me: traveling, too many clothes because I can't get rid of anything, a lot of books because I accumulate them, empty picture frames that are still waiting to be filled after taking out Stephen's pictures, cute niece & family pictures, DIY projects that almost turned out cute but not quite...

I'm only moving about a mile away and I've lived much further away from home before, so I'm not sure what makes this move any different, except that when I moved back home I was a very different person than I am now that I'm moving out.