On Sunday, my mom and I went to Athens to check on my now vacant college apartment that is listed on the market. I lived there for a total of three years, which really made it a home for me. Sarah Ary lived there for four years, so I know she also called it home. During that three and a half hour drive there, I was incredibly anxious about how I would feel seeing this apartment completely empty. To me, there is sometimes nothing more depressing than a house that's vacant because, then, the house is nothing but walls, a floor, a roof, and the memories left behind.
Walking in, I was hit with that apartment's familiar smell. Every house has it's own unique smell. If you didn't know this before, you know it now. From my house in Albany to the apartment in Columbus to any of my friends' houses, all the smells differ and are all characteristic in their own way. This smell triggered a flood of fantastic memories of good times (maybe a few bad) in that apartment. A lot happens in three years, so, of course, a lot happened here.
Birthdays, a bachelorette party, late night talks, movie marathons, and food network cooking experiments are events and celebrations that only skim the surface of what happened in apartment 307. My friends and I grew closer there, and I also gained a new, very close friend there (I call her Moogie). All of us grew in our own unique ways. This is the place where we studied and got those nerve-wracking test scores and grades back. This is where we made and broke relationships. This is the place where we made the important decisions about our futures. This truly was our home away from home. To see it empty was a harsh reality that we have all moved on- to grad school, to NYC, to medical school, to an accounting firm, to ATL, to whereever we had planned to go.
You know how so many people say you don't know what you have until it's gone? Well, this is definitely one of those cases. While we still have all of those memories and recollections, our undergraduate years are gone. Now, I'm a firm believer in that this doesn't not mean we have grown up. Growing up comes much, much later. We all have simply closed one chapter, and we have all adventured off from Woodlands 307 to start new ones. Good luck to all of my lovely ladies on all of their ventures, escapades, and shenanigans. I love you all, but don't ever forget to remember when...
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This is when we moved my mattress in the living room for a major 2 day movie marathon. |
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More mattress movie madness! |
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Kelly's Bachelorette Party |
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One roomie pic |
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Another rommie pic- The original rommies |
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Another group of roomies |
I'm so sad! So many fun memories were made there, but there are lots more to come! :)
ReplyDeleteI just teared up. I love 307!!! Still have my key and and might raid it when the next trinas move in.
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