Saying goodbye to my first home

Yesterday was my official last day as a Buckhead Betty. It was a bittersweet day as I said goodbye to my first apartment after college, but looked forward to officially moving to the Highlands. That little Craigslist-find definitely had its ups and downs, but that tiny apartment saw me transform from a naive, single early-twenties post-grad to a calmer, somewhat more mature mid-twenties yuppie. The apartment saw countless evenings of laughter with friends, Grey’s Anatomy binge-watching fests with my dog, early morning workouts, too many cockroach-induced screams, and even a few tears here and there from my bad taste in men and some stressful days (nights) of work. In my little Buckhead Bungalow, later to be nicknamed my Summer Cottage, I bought all of my furniture with my own grown-up money; I joined ClassPass; I fell in love.

I remember sitting on my couch – I love my couch – waiting for Timmer to pick me up for our first date. I remember calling my friends and having them feed me compliments to boost my ego and calm my nerves, but I also remember telling them that this was going to be pointless because there was no way there was going to be a second date because I just didn’t feel like dating anymore and I was moving to Dallas the next summer. Fast forward 3 hours later and I remember sitting on my couch, thinking to myself “hmm what if that was my last first date ever?”

That little apartment saw me grow so much in those 2.5 years and it will always have a special place in my heart ❤