It’s the last night in our apartment. This place has been frustrating, old, hard to maintain, noisy, and a lot of other unkind words. But it has also been my favorite place in the whole world for the past three years. It’s the place we painstakingly prepared for our kids and brought them home to. We made the most of it and really truly appreciated it. It was a safe place for our kids and for us in our hardest moments. I’m nothing if not sentimental, so I’m getting a bit teary thinking about all the great times. But the memories belong to us, not this place. And we walked through our new house today and I couldn’t believe it was ours. It’s so beautiful and there are days I never thought I’d ever live in an actual house ever again much less one as beautiful as it. So excited for this new chapter. Thankful for my husband’s new job that’s making this possible, and for our old tiny apartment, and for a lot more memories to come.