Home Sweet Home

I am a new comer to blogging. I love to talk to so I figure this will be just as well. So here it goes...My first post..my very first post. Today, I packed my apartment in Ruston, the home I have known for the last 4..yes 4 years and drove back to New Orleans. I only wanted to kill about 8 people who didnt know how to drive and most of them were in Mississippi. Sorry MS, take your kids to driving school because you stink at it...not the point. I packed, and I drove, and somehow in the span of 5 hours I did not cry. Not one single tear. I have left my home sweet home of the last 4 years to come to a different home. A home that is not what I'm used to. One where I have to talk to my parents on an hourly basis or they think that I am upset...A home where it is okay for my grandmother to come into the house whenever she feels like it, throw open my door and wake me up from my blissful nap and ask me random, insignificant questions that I don't know the answer to. This home is a challenge. I don't know if I can survive or thrive in this home.
A new home awaits though. I got my final acceptance to my new apartment in Shreveport...June 15 I shall sign the lease and pay the money and it is mine. Leaving my apartment today in Ruston was bittersweet...I think of the song If these walls could talk..that song signifies everything that the 104 is and was. It holds all the memories that are near and dear to me. It has seen it's fair share of tears and fights, card nights, throw up, hangovers, sharpies, endless days on the janked up couch with CSI, Gossip Girl Mondays, bible studies, great friendship, new love, and lots and lots and lots of hairspray. I experienced life..real life..good life..in the 104. I experienced how to truly love and care for someone. I experienced frienship beyond all belief and the discovery of Voila Pasta. The 104 became a beckon of hope, the light at the end of the tunnel for someone who didn't want to go home and slept on the couch, for the smashed sisters that could only make it down the road from the party, for people to gather and praise a real, true Almighty God...our apartment was life. Real, true, existing life where people walked in and out and there was never judgement..just open arms, open doors, good music and lots of chocolate. I don't think I could have asked for a better apartment, and not in the sense of this was a nice apartment because it wasn't. The apartment itself was crumbling beneath our feet, but we made it a home..we made it a welcoming place that people enjoyed. If our walls could talk, I'd be scared to think of what they would say...so many memories happened in such a short year that I think our walls may be speechless. I look forward to the next step. The new home. The new memories. But until then, I'll keep you updated in all aspects of my life. Love, Money, Friendship, and anything else I think may be worthy. So hold onto your hats because this is going to be a great ride! Love, A