We are moving in less than one month. That means in about 30 days I will be a HOME owner, with a jacuzzi tub and walk in closet, with a front porch and back porch, with a fire place, and a beautiful kitchen. It's all kind of surreal and unbelievable. This is what we have worked for.
My husband and I moved into our apartment right after college. I can still remember going to IKEA, buying all the fun "home-ish" stuff like place mat's, napkin rings, and this wooden spiral thing to hang on the porch. We were so playing house. I laugh now because my once place mat laden table is now covered with bottles, junk mail, and various other miscellaneous items.
On December 8th, 2004 we got engaged right here in our tiny bedroom ( that we now share with Noah). We came home the night of October 1st, 2005 ( or actually 2nd since it was after midnight) to this ol' apartment and started our life together as a married couple. It was here where Noah was conceived, where I took that fateful pregnancy test on March 8th, 2007 and danced and screamed because I was finally going to be a mommy. On the night of November 9th, 2007 we left one last time as "just the two of us", not knowing the "adventure" that Noah had in store for us. We came back to our tiny little home to rest after those long, lonely days we held vigil in the NICU.
Basically all my memories as a family took place in this now cluttered, messy, old, apartment. It's hard to imagine that someday we will look back on old photo's and remember a simpler time when we were "young", when Noah was a wee little sprout, when we were "poor", and tired. And it is quite possible that we will remember this time, as hard and complicated as it seems now, as the happiest of our lives...
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