Our First Apartment

We have moved. That seems like an understatement based on what the last two months have been. But, we are apartment dwellers. No longer homeowners. After living at 9210 Jackson for eleven years, Jose finally decided it was time for a change. It is so tricky to know what is the right thing to do sometimes. He wavered between wanting to keep the house until it was paid off and possibly renting it along the way to just wanting to get out.

I was more ready to move than he was, but there was still that twinge of pain and loss as I removed the last of the frames from the boys' bedroom walls. And, there was the overwhelming task of sorting through all of our stuff--trash, giveaway, move, store. We definitely could not have done it without the help of Jose's parents and Jerry and Jake and the Majewskis. There is no way Jose and I could have moved our treadmill or couch or washer without them...and I think we would have been about four times as stressed if we had had to do all the moving with the boys underfoot.

But, we did it! I know people move all the time, but it still feels like such an accomplishment. We are settling in at our little apartment home and feeling pretty good about it. There are going to be some adjustments for sure--I may have to talk quietly during the boys' naps if you call me...we have about a third of our stuff in storage...and Diego might be sleeping in our closet right now--but we'll figure all of that out. I feel like it's our time to simplify, to just enjoy being together, and to pretend that the pool that is about thirty steps away is our private pool. So, hey, why don't you come over for a swim?!

And here's a little tour of our place: