At the end of September, the three of us moved into a new apartment and we have been slowly getting used to our new home. During the move itself, we tried to plan ahead as much as possible, but we all still ended up being exhausted. I think that's just the way things go with a baby in tow now, or at least that's what I try and tell myself. J did pretty well, he freaked out a little with the movers. You could see in his little scrunched face thinking to himself "Who are these big burly men?! Why are they messing with my stuff? And WHY am I in this weird apartment?!?!" Poor little guy. I think he'll like having his own room, because I know Mom and Dad will!
On the final day of turning our keys in at the old apartment, I felt a little sad about leaving it behind. It was the first "real home" Dan and I had made together. Yes, we had lived in previous apartments together in SF, but this one felt like an actual home. We got rid of our crummy college furniture, well most of it anyway, and bought new furniture that actually matched! We were lucky enough to do this, as we stayed with a friend during our first couple months in LA, and were able to save our pennies. The apartment is also where I rediscovered my love of running and took to the trails in RPV. I will really miss those crisp ocean breezes, flying pelicans, and blood orange sunsets. D and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner one year AND I made my first turkey. It is also the place where I discovered I was pregnant and the first home that we brought J too. Grant it, he was living in our walk-in closet, but I still have sentimental feelings about that apartment. I'm sad that he won't ever remember that apartment, we'll drive him by it one day and say "That was your first home!" Although it won't mean much to him, it will certainly mean alot to his ole' Mom and Dad. Despite my reminiscing about our old apartment, I'm very excited about our new apartment (yay for air conditioning!) and the other adventures that we'll go through together here. To new beginnings!
On the final day of turning our keys in at the old apartment, I felt a little sad about leaving it behind. It was the first "real home" Dan and I had made together. Yes, we had lived in previous apartments together in SF, but this one felt like an actual home. We got rid of our crummy college furniture, well most of it anyway, and bought new furniture that actually matched! We were lucky enough to do this, as we stayed with a friend during our first couple months in LA, and were able to save our pennies. The apartment is also where I rediscovered my love of running and took to the trails in RPV. I will really miss those crisp ocean breezes, flying pelicans, and blood orange sunsets. D and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner one year AND I made my first turkey. It is also the place where I discovered I was pregnant and the first home that we brought J too. Grant it, he was living in our walk-in closet, but I still have sentimental feelings about that apartment. I'm sad that he won't ever remember that apartment, we'll drive him by it one day and say "That was your first home!" Although it won't mean much to him, it will certainly mean alot to his ole' Mom and Dad. Despite my reminiscing about our old apartment, I'm very excited about our new apartment (yay for air conditioning!) and the other adventures that we'll go through together here. To new beginnings!
Very exciting Leah! Congrats on the new place and what a cute halloween costume!!!
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