We got our keys to our new home in Topeka this week. We're moving into a three bedroom, one-and-a-half bath townhouse with a full basement and giant closets. The walls are not white. We bought our own fridge, dishwasher and washer and dryer. This is a big deal for us.
While we are thrilled about our new place and have completely outgrown our little apartment in Lawrence, this move is still bitter-sweet. The apartment we're in now began as a frequent hang-out for me in the summer of 2000 and has been my home since the summer of 2003...there's a lot of history. It's the place where Mike and I became an us as well as where we became parents. It's the place where we first brought Kaylee home after waiting for her for so long. It's the place where we've hosted friends and family, where we've cried, we've argued and we've celebrated, where we've hid from the cops on the 4th of July after starting a small fire in the parking lot next door. It's the only home that 3 out of 5 (fur babies count too!) of us have ever known.
So we are closing this chapter of our lives. The movers come on Saturday. In the meantime, we will be packing and reminiscing and saying goodbye. (The animals will continue to freak out...do they think we're not taking them with us!?)
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