"I still remember pulling out of the driveway of the house I'd shared with the same five girls for three years. I sat in the passenger seat, waving goodbye as my boyfriend drove away. We both cried, unable to fathom that college was really over. As we road-tripped from Ann Arbor, Michigan, back to the Northeast (where we're both from), we felt excited for the next chapter of our lives - starting our careers in New York City and moving in together."
"My housemates and I weren't just housemates. We were pandemic-era housemates, meaning we ate breakfast together at our tiny kitchen table every morning and took our remote classes from the same living room couch. My boyfriend had a similar experience, living with friends in a house around the corner from mine. Somewhere along the way, both of our friend groups became like family, barging into each other's houses without notice and spending endless hours together. I had no idea just how much I'd miss that."
She recalled leaving the house she had shared with five friends for three years, crying during a road trip as they prepared to start careers and move to New York City. The housemates had been pandemic-era companions who ate breakfast together and took remote classes from the same couch, forming friend groups that felt like family. Moving into a small Manhattan apartment with a boyfriend provided close-city conveniences, but the domestic change produced unexpected grief and a longing for sunny porch mornings with friends. She began learning to accept the new phase and focus on living in the present.
Read at Business Insider
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