Sitting at my new kitchen table in my first apartment, I didn’t expect to feel sad

Sitting at my new kitchen table in my first apartment, I didn’t expect to feel sad. Excited and a little lonely, maybe, but not sad. But there I was, 25, with a brand new home filled with furniture and décor I’d hand picked myself, colourful walls I’d painted on weekends with friends and family. It was everything I’d dreamed of, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that took over once I finally sat down alone to enjoy it all.