Even though it seems like we were planning and preparing for this move forever, it still took me by surprise.

Weren’t we just shoe-horned into our tiny apartment? With a place for everything, and everything in its place? Wasn’t I just snapping photos of my boys on our bed, in front of that window? Hadn’t we just rearranged our furniture for the zillionth time, trying to carve out a tiny bit more space?

We were striving with every bit of our being to follow our dreams and purchase a home. There’s been blood. Sweat. Tears. Surprise. Fear. Frustration. Angst. And ultimately – relief. Peace. Amazement. Gratitude.

And still, the disbelief persists.

We had 11 people come to help us move. The majority were friends from work, which speaks so highly about so many things. Two flew in – one from Austin, TX and one from Chicago, IL. Isn’t that fantastic and crazy and marvelous and humbling? It reminds me of those barn raisings from the 19th century. Families and friends and communities would come together to help raise or rebuild a barn – knowing full well that many hands make light work. It was incredible.

The move itself was done rather quickly. We began at about 8:30 AM, and everything was done – all of it – by 2:45 PM. All of our belongings from the apartment and the storage room were in our new house.

After nearly 1,000 days in our tiny apartment, it’s hard to believe it’s done – just like that. I know Alan doesn’t fully understand the why – but I need space and room to process this incredible change. Yes, this apartment was always supposed to be temporary. Yes, it’s been frustrating and annoying and cramped and low-quality. But we’ve also grown into our familyhood here.

Alan chose this apartment for us while we were still packing up in Phoenix. This was our landing spot – the place where we started anew as a Colorado family, not an Arizona family. James ate his first food here. Took his first steps. Alan started his new job here. We’ve decked the mantle and halls for holidays. We’ve trekked back and forth across the apartment about a million times to tend to littles. We dreamed here. I labored here. We brought Thomas home here. We’ve learned about ourselves here, and while I’m so excited about our new start… I also need to honor this apartment for everything it’s meant to me – to us. It’s a million tiny moments, sewn together to create a life. In the very best way, this tiny apartment was home for us.

I can’t wait to see what adventures and memories we have in our new house. But…

Thank you, apartment – for everything you gave us, and for all the memories. Hope your next family lives and loves as much as we did.


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