For over a year and a half I have been anxious to see the day where I will say goodbye to this apartment. We have been here for 4 years and what was once new, glorious and spacious is now chronically too hot, missing helpful appliances and too small. We have baseboard heat which runs directly parallel to our water pipes which means that during the winter our water comes out of the faucet piping hot and takes several minutes to become cool enough to handle. We've had our share of ants and mice (its an old property next to a large field) through out our time here but you can have those anywhere I suppose.
But among all these reasons of why I'm excited to move on, I must admit that I do have some reluctance as to leaving my memories behind. Like the lipstick message on the bathroom mirror that my husband wrote to propose having a baby with me and in that same bathroom reading positive pregnancy tests for both Sadie and this new baby.
Or changing our second bedroom from a recording studio into Sadie's nursery and how I used to sit in her nursery for hours rocking in the rocking chair while rubbing my belly and praying that she'd make it through all of the complications of that pregnancy.
Of the view out my front window from my couch where I spent weeks while on bedrest. Staring at the breeze gently or wildly blowing the branches of the trees. The timeless hours solving sudoku or playing solitaire or reading books or putting together puzzles.
I remember the cookouts we'd have in our front yard although there weren't many. They are still good memories. Where we are going there will be no yard. I have loved taking walks around our community with Sadie; around the block or to the park.
I loved the day when we brought her home for the first time and the weeks that followed where we slept together on the couch or sometimes her in the swing.
And when she began eating "solids" how even though we didn't have a dining room table, I'd sit with her in the kitchen and feed her in her highchair. All of the first foods that she tasted and how messy she got. These are visions I will never forget.
So although I have begged to be rid of these place, to move on to bigger and better things, I move out of here with out remembering and appreciating what we've been through together.
Adios Amigo! Good times, Good times.
