Times this corner of the place by all the other corners of the place, plus the cramped places under our dining room table and our storage, and you might get a better picture.
There are about a hundred reasons I can think of off the top of my head for why we really should have moved a long time ago, but for all those reasons I am still overwhelmed by a strange sadness when I look at all these boxes. I can't help it, but I am really going to miss this place.
Change is inevitable, change is necessary, and change (in this case) is really good. Nevertheless, this apartment was our home for three years. It's where we were living when we married, where we brought our first baby home to, the only home that that baby has ever known. I guess packing it all into a few dozen Frog Boxes is proving to be much harder than I thought it would be.
|Coming home, March 2010|
|First sleep at home|
|Naps on the good ole couch, with good ole dad|
|First Stanley Cup playoffs|
|Giggles in the living room|
But despite all the inconveniences, this home was good too. And I will remember it enough for the both of us.