IT’S OFFICIALLY BEEN A MONTH SINCE MY FIRST DAY IN PERU & ALSO SINCE I MOVED OUT OF MY APARTMENT.

Time is going by really fast and there’s no stopping it right now. Let me tell you about that day really quick. It’s over and done with and I had no idea that one month later, I’d be sitting here looking back and feeling so bewildered and accomplished.

October 6th. Woke up and ate donuts with friends. That was a good start. Other than that, drove my sorry self back to my apartment, loaded up the mattress, last minute toiletries, and my suitcase for Peru. I made it to the storage unit and little did I know I would set myself up for the most isolating, embarrassing thing. Putting a full-sized mattress in a bag, carrying it into an elevator, dragging it down a creepy hall, and making it fit in the smallest storage unit on the face of the planet. Oh, and also my dang golf clubs with cobwebs all over them that should have been in storage much earlier.

I just moved out. Keys were gone. I am showered, clean, ready for my flight. Ready to get my mind in a different head space, ready to finally be EXCITED, and yet this dang mattress is killing me right now. Dirt got all over the mattress protector. Asphalt actually. And as I’m dancing with it for maybe 45 minutes, there’s just black asphalt all over me. It’s comical and petty, but I can’t remember the last time I felt THAT alone. Maybe it was the emotions of saying goodbye to an era. The place I’ve called home, the city I didn’t even fancy in the first place, the roommate who I’ve done life with for nearly 6 years, and not knowing what I would come home to after Peru. I have dirt on my white t-shirt, my jeans, my legs, my face. I feel defeated and there’s no way I can go into Social to get my goodbye burrito and cold brew looking like a fool. No apartment to shower in. Oh, and flight was delayed… to 3 AM.

So yeah, that was a day. A lonely one honestly. Looking back, I don’t think I processed the whole moving thing very well because I tend to just laugh things off, but it really was difficult. Asking for help, mainly not asking. Packing things. Avoiding it all together and just wanting to spend time with friends.

I was thankful for the delay though because I got to take my time, get my coffee and burrito (mentioned twice, I love SOCIAL obviously) unpack and repack, charge all my junk, and just take my time driving to LA without an auxiliary cord because I vacuumed it the day before with time to shower in Santa Monica and get myself Thai food.

Excited to move on from this day onto the fun part, PERU.