The House That Built Me.

For the last two years, I have been fortunate enough to live in one of

the most gorgeous houses I have ever seen.

Six bedrooms. Steam showers. Large Kitchen. Huge bay window. Tons of space. 

Essentially, this house was anything BUT a typical college house.

I was blown away the first time I ever stepped foot through the front door. 

There was so much space and a huge dining room table.

Yes, an actual dining table and even a real fireplace!

Definitely an upgrade from my beloved Turner Hall.

I remember sitting down with my five roommates and future landlord 

(who turned out to be an absolute blessing from God) and signing away 

our lives so we could officially be the next tenants of this amazing place. 

I was filled with trepidation as my pen touched the lease.

Was I making a mistake? Did I really like these girls?

Did I really need to move out of my dorm??

My mind swirled with worries and excitement.

Two years later and I can honestly say.....signing that lease 

was the best decision I ever made while in college.

Scratch that.

It has been the best decision I've made thus far in my whole life.

This house (without a doubt) helped shape me into the person I am today.

I experienced so much while living at 1823. 

Laughter. Tears (tons and tons of tears). Happiness. Sadness. Fear.

My first relationships. My first love. My first heartbreak.

My best friends.

I've loved sharing the past two years with these lovely ladies. 

We laughed and cried and played cards and grew tremendously together.

And while distance may separate us, we'll always be connected at heart.

But why am I writing such a heavy post tonight?

Well, today I sadly had to say goodbye to my sanctuary.

After two wonderful years, I had to spend the day packing up my possessions,

cleaning out the fridge, and spackling holes in the wall. 

And after a long day of cleaning,

I had to turn the lock on the front door one last time and say goodbye to my home.

I will always cherish the memories I created within the walls of this

 home (I literally have no bad memories. Not a single one).

I will never forget the love that surrounded me these past two years, and

for the rest of my life, I will carry a piece of 1823 in my heart. 

Our final contribution to 1823