Reminiscing

Even though I've been whining about wanting to move to a new place for years, I feel a bit sad that I left my old apartment. So many things happened in that apartment - it was my first place, not only in Toronto, but the first place where I lived on my own. That apartment has seen several visits from boyfriends and dates, many friends stay with me for party weekends or even longer, and one boyfriend who lived with me. There are so many memories in those 500 square feet, it was a surreal moment when I saw it for the last time today.

I'm really excited about the next phase of my life but I can't help but reminisce about my time on Isabella Street. I'm a firm believer that your past experiences really shape who you are, but I guess I didn't realize just what an impact that small apartment had on me.