Last week we moved out of our condo, our first home.
We packed all of our worldly possessions and one sweet beast of cat in 50 boxes and moved away. (Note: the cat was actually in a bag)
I didn't take pictures of the boxes or the empty condo. Something about it just felt too sad to take picture of.
We didn't move far away for now. In fact we're just down the street in Long Beach. We can even see our old condo in the distance. The Mr. said that it's weird to see it, that it's like "seeing an ex-girlfriend."
The condo saw us through four years of precious memories -- the days leading up to our wedding, our first year of marriage, all of our "firsts" living together as a couple, our first pet, dance parties, football games, holidays, dinners together, decorating distastes, joys and even heartbreaks.
It feels so strange to think that I'll never be back there again.
Leaving was very bittersweet. Overall I'm glad to be moving on, but sad to be leaving the place that saw me go from giddy about-to-be-married girl to "mature" married woman.
So what's next, you ask? We're not 100% sure. We know our new rental is a temporary situation for a few months but we're not exactly sure where we are going next. We have some ideas and when one starts to pan out, you know I'll let you know. Cheers to adventures!
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