We move this morning.
We're only moving a mile and a half away from our current apartment.
But, it's still a move.
Which I do not enjoy.
We have lived in our little apartment for just over 3 years.
This is the apartment where we brought our dog, Izzy, home.
This is the apartment where I had two miscarriages.
This is the apartment where I found out I was pregnant with J.
This is the apartment where I was sick for 8 months.
This is the apartment where we brought J home.
This is the apartment where we laughed, cried, played, worked, slept, had tons of family and friends visit, etc.
This little apartment has been such a good home to us.
And we have totally outgrown it.
Our new home so perfectly fits our needs in every way. I know that we're making the right decision moving. I know that we will be much happier in this new home.
But, a little part of me is sad to close the door on this chapter of our lives.
