they'd say, "I'm naked. Stop staring."
i sit and stare at the apartment around me. it's my last night at 505, and it's empty. it looks like we never lived here, save for some nail holes in the wall and some scratches in the paint. tomorrow night i'll go to bed in a completely new home. i'm excited.
but you guys know me well enough to expect that i'm spending tonight thinking back. this place, where i've lived for about a year and a half, is so full of good memories. oh, let me count the ways.
-drunken New Year's Eve party, singing Britney into Shaunice's hairbrush until 5 AM.
-birthday celebrations with friends from out of town.
-smoking Salvia until our teeth hurt from Perco--- um. moving on.
-days on the couch watching the Food Network on tv and a blizzard out the window.
-that night that my friend who moved to Colorado and i spent --- totes inappropes. nvmd.
the point is, we've had so many good times here, in such a short period of time. in a year and a half, life has changed drastically. loves became ex-loves, jobs became former jobs, clothes became too small. i finally settled into being a late-20-year-old who realizes that he's approaching adulthood and needs to grow up. so Shaunice and i are moving out of our luxurious loft and into a homey home. a bi-level walk-up that feels like a place where you might raise children (i hope we have a baby soon), and where we can save money. turns out, Chinatown apartments are super cheap. and each one has a dry cleaner next door. win-WIN.
here's to more good times in the Chinatown walk-up, and here's to enjoying the last 2 years of my 20's. remember what Carrie said in the movie?
"Enjoy yourself. That’s what your twenties are for. Your thirties are to learn the lessons. Your forties are to pay for the drinks."
two more years before i need to start learning the lessons. hm, i wonder what lessons i have to learn? in the meantime, let's drink!*
*no, really. we bought a case of beer and a handle of wodka to drown the pain of moving tomorrow. in our thirties, we'll pay someone to do this shiz.
4 comments:
Haha, I think I learned my lessons in my 20s and am now enjoying myself. Which one is better, I don't know ;)
I wish you even more fabulous memories for your new place!
I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure my 20s and 30s will be swapped. I've had some good times in my 20s, but I'm pretty sure I've gone through my *major* learning curves. So, I tell my 30s "bring it," because I'm ready to enjoy... I'm one year ahead of you, so I'll let you know how that goes in one more year! ;)
Good luck with the rest of the move... And save me a glass of whateveritis you've got there. Cheers!
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return."-Nature Boy
Maybe our twenties are when the seeds for soon-to-be-learned lessons are planted, but we're having too much fun and too much drama to be enlightened and to truly learn our lessons.
Maybe in our thirties, we finally *get* things and can be more responsible with our time, our bank accounts, and most importantly, our hearts. And then we can really enjoy ourselves.
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