If I told you that this past week was my 7th move in about 5 years, you’d think I were lying and/or crazy. Unfortunately, it’s the truth, and yes, it’s a big pain in the ass. I don’t know how I’ve come to move so often, but the latest move has, by far, been my favorite, and I don’t plan on moving again for a VERY long time.
When we first decided to live together, Michael and I somehow thought living in an apartment with less than 500 sq. feet would be fine. Separately, we lived in identical apartments, so when my lease ran up, I put 99% of my life into storage (aka his mom’s house) and moved into his place with just my clothes & myself. Surprisingly, It’s been a fairly painless 6 months living in a shoebox, but I definitely missed my things. And having space to move around. Did I mention space? Physical space. Not “oh my god I need alone time” emotional space. I guess we’re pretty lucky that we get along so well, otherwise we would’ve killed each other by now in such close living quarters.
Last week, we made the move to a lovely, new, 1000 sq. ft. place and I could not love it more if I tried. Most people have said that we could be in a house for the amount we’re paying, and while they might be right, I’ve owned a home in the past and I know it’s just not ready to do it again. Cutting grass in 100 degrees? Flooding laundry room at 1am? Broken HVAC? No, thank you. I’ll keep my pool and on-call maintenance.
While we’re still in the midst of unpacking, decorating, and trying to get settled, I’m hoping this will give me a little more reason to blog! One of my favorite things about unpacking was finally being able to frame and hang this print that was a sweet gift from Michael a few months ago:
Pretty cute, right?
Even though we are so excited to have a dining table and be able to make brunch at home now, we went out on Sunday (we had to celebrate, duh) to try Whisk – an adorable French bakery/coffee shop downtown and naturally, I’m obsessed, and naturally I took a picture for you. If you haven’t been – GO.