I haven’t stayed up past 10:00 p.m. (sober, that is) since….well, since, ever. If there’s not a bottle of wine, a pitcher of mojitos or a dance floor in the immediate vicinity, I see no need to be up past 10:00 p.m. As you know, we pride ourselves on our organizational skills, our planning prowess. In fact sometimes, we’re more than a little self righteous about said skills. Have you read my early posts on full home inventories, and early planning? Posts that started MONTHS ago? Sheesh. If, however, you’d popped your head in last night it would have appeared, to the untrained eye, that on a whim, we had decided to move cross country last night without any advanced thought. Now, as you know, not only does this fly in the face of our personalities (am I right?), but again, with the planning.
Alas, we made it. We have seemingly succeeded in packing, preparing and putting in order our entire life. Well, ‘order’ might be an overstatement. Everything that is going on the truck today is in a box. ‘Nuff said.We have loved, and continue to love, this little condo from the bottom of our cardio-trained hearts. It has been a source of comfort, joy, safety and, somehow, protection from the raging storms of graduate school as well as life’s little expected and unexpected bumps and hiccups. We have grown as individuals within these walls, each becoming more authentically ourselves, and our commitment to one another has flourished and become stronger beneath this roof. Somehow, even though we are moving away from the condo, I am comforted knowing that these walls are still ‘ours’.
Ah, I can't believe it! It is really happening isn't it? xo
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