Do you guys remember Matt's and my apartment?
Due to the recent move to Russia, and the community's crappy rules of no subletting, we have to move out entirely. I am not sure I can handle this. I have grown so attached to my temporary home.
Foggy mornings on the water, casual walks around Balboa Island with a hot cup of coffee in hand, sharing Balboa bars with my husband as we walk hand in hand down the dock. This place has really become my home and I am seriously hurting inside knowing someone else is going to move in. In a way, it feels like I am abandoning my life in California and throwing it to the sharks. Dramatic, I know. But I grow attached so easily and I have truly come to love the place I lived. I just hope that whoever moves in falls in love with this apartment as much as I have and then they begin to hate it around April and move out so Matt and I can move back in. Maybe I'll plan some sort of Mission: Jump Ship to make them want to move out quickly.
Evil?
Potentially.
Foggy mornings on the water, casual walks around Balboa Island with a hot cup of coffee in hand, sharing Balboa bars with my husband as we walk hand in hand down the dock. This place has really become my home and I am seriously hurting inside knowing someone else is going to move in. In a way, it feels like I am abandoning my life in California and throwing it to the sharks. Dramatic, I know. But I grow attached so easily and I have truly come to love the place I lived. I just hope that whoever moves in falls in love with this apartment as much as I have and then they begin to hate it around April and move out so Matt and I can move back in. Maybe I'll plan some sort of Mission: Jump Ship to make them want to move out quickly.
Evil?
Potentially.
