What a crazy week it’s been! After a busy week/weekend of packing, we had the final push on Monday. We got all of our remaining stuff out of our apartment and into a short term rental (conveniently directly across the street) just before heading to the closing. The rest of this week is busy as we get settled in time to celebrate Yom Kippur. I just hope things get back to normal soon!
I’m not gonna lie; the moving process is difficult. Albert and I generally do not argue – our relationship is an easy one. However, this move brought it all out. We were up against some extremely tight deadlines when it came to getting our stuff out of the apartment and into the new one, and at times it seemed impossible to do. Tensions were so high; we were bound to snap. When things were at their most stressful, I walked out of my apartment to see this ridiculous thing masquerading as a car. It put such a smile on my face and put everything into perspective – it’s all just boxes of stuff, after all.
Our last meal in the apartment was eaten on our pullout couch, the only piece of furniture left in the apartment. It was a delicious meal and a good one to have as our last in such a special place.
This is a shot of my apartment just before I walked out the door for the last time. I have to say, I am deeply sad to leave this place. Don’t get me wrong; I am absolutely THRILLED to be moving somewhere bigger and better with the opportunity to make even more memories. And I’m so happy that such a change comes with the chance to do so with someone I care so much about. But this place was special. I was in a totally different place when I moved in here. Moving into this apartment was the final stage of me getting over a very bad relationship. It was the one of the first things I did with only myself in mind. It was a place where I grew up. It’s where I hosted parties. It’s where I lived when I met the man I now call my husband. I couldn’t leave a place like that without shedding some tears.