I've fallen into a peculiar pattern the past few years where I tend to have big life changes that come in a pair: a new job and a new apartment. It started in 2010, when in March, I got a new job and then that June, moved from living with 1 bestie to living with 2 other besties.
Cut to 2012, I got a promotion and changed roles (essentially a new job at the same company) in April and then in June, moved into my very own apartment.
Which brings us to the present time, where I started a new job in November, and later this month, DC and I are going to move in together!
It's odd how these to things seem to come as a pair for me. And while both are exciting and fun, man, do I hate moving.
The good things- besides living with DC- is that I will be in a bigger apartment with more modern amenities (yay for a dishwasher and in-unit washer/dryer!) and closer to all my friends in a different part of Southie.
I look forward to sharing pictures and decor from my new apartment!