I haven't felt this way before. I felt that I was truly leaving everything, that I was truly leaving to meet a brand new life. And I was. Soft music was playing through the speakers. I looked into my rear view mirror and saw all of my packed, brown boxes in the trunk and the seats behind me that were filled with all of my belongings. In my passenger seat there was my tiny dog named Brownie.
This was it. I was truly leaving my old life behind. All of my friends, family and mentors were being left behind along with what happened last year. It felt good to leave that part of my life in the past. But in the back of my mind, I still felt scared that a certain part of my life would find its way back to me. I was scared that it would haunt me. But this new life was about changing that. It was about surrounding myself with new people. I was going to miss my university friends. They basically became my family. But now that I have finished school for good and now that I was getting a new life, it was time to finally let go.
My attention was suddenly drawn to a huge burger-shaped sign that read 'Welcome to Burgertown. Where beef patties are made of.' I was now driving into Burgertown. I rolled down the window as I was hit with a faceful of sweet, juicy and meaty burger juice. And from this moment on, I knew this was where I belonged.
I continued driving to my new apartment with the GPS guiding me. After an hour, I got to my apartment. It was rather run-down and shabby and had peeling paint. The apartment had cracking grey paint, was pretty short and had dark oak window frames and doors. I was looking at it from the inside of my car and to be honest, I wasn't looking forward to living there. I looked around and all of the other apartment buildings around and they all had bright and newly painted exteriors and colourful, fun and exciting neon lights that were put up in front of the buildings, making the buildings look alive and beautiful.
I looked back at my apartment building and felt a little disappointed. But this was the way to my new life, so I decided not to complain. I got out of my parked car and took each box out one by one. The boxes were so heavy, it made my asscheeks clench like never before. Damn. Once all of the boxes were out, I walked towards the front door with my key in hand. Number 69. My new life was truly beginning. And this time, I could feel it.