The move.

The sum of my experiences had led me to the belief that the notion of "home" is a feeling rather than a place. Because the memories, emotions and changes that occur during any given point of our lives are too vast to be enclosed in one tiny and finite space. That said, I find that I too often become attached to the space, to the memories. Not remembering that they will travel with me. That, regardless of the space I inhabit, I am grounded by the people who I love.

Right now, I'm looking out the east-facing window of our apartment, which has a lovely view of the mountains. This place has been home for over three years. It's the place where Greg left for his first day of law school, where we both started new jobs, where I took a pregnancy test and saw two lines, where  we brought Sofia after her birth. Oh how my little Sofia loves this place. She has her little corner, and her cupboard in the kitchen. She loves helping me with laundry in our tiny, front-loading washer, that is just at her level. She loves to look out the east-facing window and see her dad coming home from work.

It's become time to leave this place, and its proximity to urbanity, for a more suburban setting. And while this change is warranted and wanted, there is this part of me that still clings to this place.

I know that our new home will eventually feel like it. That the peaceful calm of suburban living (and having an actual yard, apple trees and a garden) will begin to outweigh the proximity to our favorite eateries and grocery stores. In the mean time, I'm taking this all in a bit pensively. Hoping that the new home that we create will be even more wonderful than the one we've been inhabiting.

A new place to inhabit

I do believe that in times previous I have made mention of the fact that husband and I are quite ready to move. Not that our apartment has been in any way unsuitable, but we are in need of more space... and less neighbors. Add to that the drama of not "properly terminating our lease" (which resulted in a rent considerably higher this month than what we've previously been paying) and the random items we have found in our hallway, and the decision was practically made for us.

For various reasons, we wished to stay downtown. We also wished for two bedrooms, an overall cleanliness and a washer and dryer in the apartment. Not to mention air conditioning. All for less than we've been paying now. (Which would shock all of you that don't live in California or NYC I'm sure.)

Though we weren't able to achieve all of our goals (namely in the price point area) we were able to secure a lovely condo just three blocks from where we are now. It was completely redone two years ago, stripped down to the rafters, with the original wood floors restored to their lustrous glory. All of the appliances are new and it's on second floor of a tiny complex that is mainly comprised of an HOA. We just happen to be renting from one of the owners. Huzzah for included utilities!

We're quite excited to make the move, though sad to leave our first place together that was completely ours. (House sitting for peeps for eight months doesn't quite count.)

The only thing I am slightly dreading is the actual packing, moving, unpacking part. But considering the fact that I have moved six times in the last five years, I should be an expert by now. We'll post some pics once we're settled.