Stepping Out of the Boat

Moving out of our first real home together was hard - and really sad. It's not that we particularly enjoyed our little apartment, but we loved our time there together - our first two years of marriage. It was sad to move out and see it empty.

This was our last supper - Burger King (bad choice) - that we had to eat on the floor since we didn't have a table anymore. Just a couple words of advice: It's a bad idea to eat junk food like Burger King for dinner and Krispy Kream doughnuts for breakfast when you plan on exerting much energy to move heavy pieces of furniture. Yuck.

The last night, we had our bed, a lamp, the three pieces of our 30-year-old sectional couch you see in the picture, and the TV. We wanted to watch a movie together our last night in our first home. It was sad, to say the least.


Here's John (to the left) sleeping our last morning there. I'm sure he'll love me for putting it on the blog.