In my last post, I explained how I was anxious about leaving home for the first time and living in a different city. Now that my fiancee and I are moved in and more settled, though, I’m looking at the brighter side of things.
Our apartment is wonderful. The kitchen and eating space are on one floor, and a spiral staircase leads to the bedroom/living space on a second. It’s not large by any means, but it feels safe and cozy (I like to call it our nest).
In just the first week of living in Lafayette I’ve begun to love the city. Unlike Muncie, Lafayette has a downtown filled with restaurants, bars, and plenty of shops to drift in and out of. (Just to highlight some of my current favorites: both The Black Sparrow and Chumley’s are great bars, and Java Roaster is a fantastic little coffee shop I’m looking forward to spending more time in.)
The winding streets and gorgeous architecture of the downtown keep reminding me how old the city is. Everything conveys a history that I want to learn, which is maybe the strangest feeling. After living my whole life in the Muncie area, there isn’t a whole lot that I was curious about. It was just home. But now that I’m in a new place–one that I’ve never lived in before–I want to explore not just the streets and stores, but the stories and past as well.
Living in a new city is odd, but definitely feels better than I thought it would. How about you, my dear followers? Have you ever gone to a new place with one expectation, only to discover you feel something completely different?