We finally found an apartment!! We are so grateful and excited! It will be two bedroom and has laundry hook ups thank goodness!! And its closer to school for KR so its cutting his commute time in half!! It's so bittersweet though because we've lived in this apartment and neighborhood and ward for three years. And not just any three years. The first three of our marriage; this is where we started our lives together; this is where we figured things out and learned and grew together; where we started with no tv or couch and just sat on the floor playing games together, like yahtzee; where we learned to be healthier; where we had no heat or ac and KR had to put a fan in the window blowing on a bowl of ice water, creating our own ac. We have so many memories here and in our neighborhood. We can't even count how many walks we've taken-through the neighborhoods, to the mall, around the mall, to the park (which I'm going to miss a lot! Our new area is hilly!). And I can't even count how many times we get honked at by people we know who see us walking. It seriously happens all the time.
This is also where we started the biggest adventure together since marriage- Dean. All the memories of pregnancy (which some I guess I won't miss as much as others haha) and the process of praying and deciding to start our family, and then bringing home our precious new baby. We have been trying to move for a year now, it just kept not working out. I really wanted to move before we had Dean because I didn't want that many more emotional ties to this place. This home. Now its also the place where we learned how to best take care of this brand new baby we had been trusted with; how to run on very little sleep; how to best care for each other; the memory of me getting up in the middle of the night, trying to keep Dean quiet so as to not wake KR. The way the room was always bright enough from lamps plus, so I didn't need a light to see while feeding Dean, haha. The main reason for moving is space- Dean needs his own room and he needs a crib. Which means, I'm going to miss my baby sleeping right next to me. I mean, is it normal for my heart to hurt just thinking about it??
This is our home. Where the Stevens family was established in 2010. Where our kitchen is too small that we literally have no counter space(we use the table or stove), where we can tell if someone got a ticket at the intersection by the flash of the camera; where we have three lights in the bathroom but zero in the living room, therefore we have a garage/work lamp sitting on top of the free hutch we got off craigslist; where we have a nice porch with the free patio furniture our neighbor gave us when she got married and moved; where we have laughed and cried, rejoiced and mourned, prayed and read scriptures, talked and listened, where we have lived, in every sense of the word. To some it might just be a tiny apartment with no space and so-so amenities. But to me, to us, it is our home. I'm grateful for the new apartment and we truly do need to move, but I'm also truly going to miss apartment 86 on Scholls ferry rd. Number 86, the year KR and I were both born. It was always meant to be.
I'm grateful for the memories and more importantly my family. That no matter how many times we have to move and go through hard things, we are sealed and I will not have to go it alone. KR is by my side. That is one of my most favorite things about marriage-you've got your best friend with you. He is coming with me and so is Dean. I'm so grateful for that knowledge.
They are coming with me.
This is also where we started the biggest adventure together since marriage- Dean. All the memories of pregnancy (which some I guess I won't miss as much as others haha) and the process of praying and deciding to start our family, and then bringing home our precious new baby. We have been trying to move for a year now, it just kept not working out. I really wanted to move before we had Dean because I didn't want that many more emotional ties to this place. This home. Now its also the place where we learned how to best take care of this brand new baby we had been trusted with; how to run on very little sleep; how to best care for each other; the memory of me getting up in the middle of the night, trying to keep Dean quiet so as to not wake KR. The way the room was always bright enough from lamps plus, so I didn't need a light to see while feeding Dean, haha. The main reason for moving is space- Dean needs his own room and he needs a crib. Which means, I'm going to miss my baby sleeping right next to me. I mean, is it normal for my heart to hurt just thinking about it??
This is our home. Where the Stevens family was established in 2010. Where our kitchen is too small that we literally have no counter space(we use the table or stove), where we can tell if someone got a ticket at the intersection by the flash of the camera; where we have three lights in the bathroom but zero in the living room, therefore we have a garage/work lamp sitting on top of the free hutch we got off craigslist; where we have a nice porch with the free patio furniture our neighbor gave us when she got married and moved; where we have laughed and cried, rejoiced and mourned, prayed and read scriptures, talked and listened, where we have lived, in every sense of the word. To some it might just be a tiny apartment with no space and so-so amenities. But to me, to us, it is our home. I'm grateful for the new apartment and we truly do need to move, but I'm also truly going to miss apartment 86 on Scholls ferry rd. Number 86, the year KR and I were both born. It was always meant to be.
I'm grateful for the memories and more importantly my family. That no matter how many times we have to move and go through hard things, we are sealed and I will not have to go it alone. KR is by my side. That is one of my most favorite things about marriage-you've got your best friend with you. He is coming with me and so is Dean. I'm so grateful for that knowledge.
They are coming with me.
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