Moving, Moving, Moving

After 22 years of living in the world, I will for the first time live in the world. As of two days ago, I became the newest roommate to "The Palace," a house on Academy Street that three other girls occupy.

Last week some friends of mine created a group on Facebook (God bless it) called "We Need a New Roommate." Out of a desire to not reject a group invite from a friend, I joined without really thinking about it. After all, I have the Pool House, a nice efficiency apartment in my parents' backyard that is rent-free. But, as I started thinking about it, I realized that I actually did want to move in with the girls. I had wanted to move in with Andrew and Joe at RBL this summer, but a lack of money and poor timing prevented that from happening. It was, however, the right time for Taylor, just like now is the right time for me to move in with Alice, Brandi and Melinda.

Despite my excitement at moving out, I'm sad to leave my house. I love living at home and get along great with my mom, dad and sister. It's going to be weird to not be able to walk inside and talk to Mom, but it's not like I don't have a cell phone - not to mention the fact that Mom and I will still share a car, so we'll be seeing plenty of each other anyway.

The girls seem excited about me moving in, and I can hardly wait. If everything works out, I should be living there in a little more than a week. It's my first step into the world of adulthood, and I can hardly think of a better way to do it.