"Kiss me before you go." My boyfriend of just coming up to a year tells me. "I'm going to miss you, William." I say to him as I stand on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm going to miss you more." He laughs. I sigh as my eyes tear up. I look into his crystal blue eyes and run my hand through his blonde hair. He leans far down to my height and connects his lips with mine passionately. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, and I take a deep breath to reassure the moment. "Come visit often, and text and call often also." He sighs. "I will. That's a promise." I sigh in return. I hear a trunk slam, and I turn to my dad who has just finished loading all of my luggage. "Ready?" He asks. "I guess so." I say happily, trying to cover up my heartbreak. I try my best to hold back tears as I hug my mother and father.
I get into my small car and start it, backing out of my home and preparing for a hour and a half drive to London.
As I drive along, I realize that I'm really starting my life now. This is really it! I am out on my own. It feels so weird to be away from my parents, I find myself longing for them as soon as their own of my sight in my rear view mirror. I frown to myself and try not to cry. Don't be a ninny. My dad's voice plays in my head as I laugh quietly to myself
The ride seemed longer than it actually was, but my excitement builds as I start to see the city.
Steadily, the buildings grow in size and the butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. Leaving Hassocks was such a difficult decision, most likely the hardest one I've ever made, but I found an amazing job opportunity that I could not turn down. Leaving William was most difficult, he still has a year of schooling left and he promised he would come met me as soon as he graduated. I really, truly hope this distance thing works because I don't want to lose him.
I finally arrive at my apartment complex and check in. I unload all of my stuff and place it in the living area. I huff and throw myself on the couch only to get a stabbing pain in my back. I'll definitely need to invest in some new furniture as soon as possible. I'd rather not feel like I'm sitting on a rock as I watch TV. Looking around, the color scheme is quite comforting though. Nice hints of grey and a vintage blue decorate the place.
I unload the majority of my things and decide to shower and get some sleep. I start work in the morning already, so I'll need to get up early to get myself settled. Luckily, I was able to find an apartment walking distance from my work, so that's a huge location bonus. I was offered a job as a photographer and graphic designer which is basically my dream. I'm super excited for my first day, and I cannot wait to see where I'll be working for a while. I'm more into photography than graphic design, so hopefully I'll get more of the photography part. The only thought invading my mind is: Will I make any friends?
I set my favorite digital camera and Polaroid camera on the kitchen counter, and turn out all of the apartment lights. It's strange being in here all alone after living with my parents and spending nights with Will for so long. I miss them already. For some reason, I don't think that Will is going to have as hard of a time in this as I am going to. I've always felt as if he wasn't fully there. As I lay down in my new bed, I take a deep breath. This is my life now. I start my first official job tomorrow morning, in a few short hours.
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My alarm buzzes loudly, and I groan while slamming my hand on it. I rub my eyes and slowly sit up in pain. My new bed surely didn't do me any justice. I'll need to replace that soon. I take a quick shower and blow dry my hair, keeping track on time. I will most likely need to leave a little earlier than necessary in case I get lost; that's definitely a possibility.
I slip on a simple black dress with black pumps, bright red on the bottoms, of course, and curl my medium length brown hair to near perfection. I put on the slightest bit of face makeup as possible with some mascara and a bit of a highlight. I've never really been in to all that stuff. My phone buzzes with a new text from Will while I brush my teeth. Enjoy your first day. Text me how it goes. I smile and some of the anxiety I'm having lifts off of my chest. Thank you. I love you. I get no reply, so I carry on with my morning figuring that he fell asleep or something of the sort.
I walk up to the small café on the way to my new office, carrying a giant box in my hand which holds all of my things to move in. I order a small latte and seat myself at a table. I let my nerves settle before I walk in for my first day. I text Will about how excited I am to start today, and we chat for a few minutes before I begin to walk to the office.
