Two weeks from tomorrow I am moving to a new house (new to me). 4 weeks ago I was beside myself with excitement for the change. Now that it's only two weeks away I am getting nervous. Isn't that funny? Now, don't get me wrong. I am still thrilled with the idea of not sharing my walls and ceiling with the neighbors, of having a dishwasher and of having my very own yard. BUT, I am feeling melancoly over the close of this chapter in my life. This is the first apartment my husband and I lived in together. This is where I brought my little girl home from the hospital. This is where she learned to walk, talk, laugh and smile. This is where I can watch the fireworks from my back door after the baseball and football games. This is where we have made some good friends we can rely on to help take care of our Mattie, keep watch over our many vehicles (sorry guys!) and watch movies with late at night while our kids are sleeping (the monitor signal still works!). In spite of all the things we really didn't like about this place, the list of things (people) we did like outweighs it. How blessed we have been.
So, in the next couple of weeks I anticipate a lot of complaining, moaning about boxes and cleaning and late nights. I guess during those times I should just start going through the fun times we have had here and be grateful.
A few reminders from your direction might be helpful...