Our First Home

Today, we move. Not very far. We are in the same state, the same part of the state, just a town about 40 minutes down I-5. We don't own the house we are moving out of. In fact, it is just an apartment. But there is a ball of bittersweet emotions developing in my heart at this moment.

This was the first home my husband and I shared together. We decorated it, cleaned it, lived in it, together, as newlyweds. This town became our first town together. And now, we move to our second home. which will also be great. We will decorate it, clean it, live in it, together. But there is something about your first home that you are allowed to get a little sentimental about.

So as I finish packing the last few boxes and making the trip up and down the stairs over and over today, I will grateful for the time my husband and I spent in our first home as a married couple, this little apartment 84.