Case of the Mondays, maybe?

I woke up this morning and realized that this is the last Monday (ever!) I will be waking up in my current place in Irvine. My roomies and I are moving this weekend and going our separate ways.

It's a bittersweet feeling as this was my very first venture to living on my own. Granted, my friends and family for the most part, live within a 50-mile radius, but this place was my first attempt on paying rent, buying my own groceries, and basically living away from the comfort of my parent's house. It's been a good experience - cheap rent, sweet pad and a ten-minute work commute. It wasn't always perfect, and there were times when I didn't want to deal with my landlord or roomie issues, but I learned a lot in the past 18 months. As a first experience, it's been good.

I used to say that every little bit of change makes the next change a little bit easier. I'm starting to think that maybe that's not completely accurate. I think every little bit of change can make you a stronger person who learn how to deal with change, but that doesn't necessarily mean change gets any easier.

In any case, I hope I made the right choice for my new place. I'm excited and apprehensive at the same time. Guess we'll see how it turns out.

In four months...

..I'm going to be 26. And I'm kind of freaking out. I haven't done nearly everything I thought I would have done by now. The not-so-fun part of growing up sometimes is realizing that some dreams are just meant to stay just that, dreams. You have to adjust and figure out what you're willing to give up and not. I'm in that process right now. This must be that quarter-life crisis people talk about.