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I wish I could be more creative with my blog and blog about cool things I'm interested in or have opinions about. Maybe I'll find the time someday someday.
Anyways though, we are moving. Sad...but our new apartment is right upstairs! We are going to be one of two RA couples for the apartment complex we live in. This basically just means we help people who lock themselves out and we close the pool at midnight. Things like that. Sounds simple, but I really am kind of nervous. We also have to be curfew monitors for the hundreded plus single students who live here- boys and girls. That I'm not excited about. But there are a lot of benefits to the job which I will probably blog about later.
The point of this post is that we are going to be leaving the very first home we have ever been able to call our own. I am a very sentimental person and so even though we are moving just upstairs, I am a little nostaligic. Lately we've gotten into this evening routine of dinner, homework, playing games and watching Home Improvement on TV Land at nine while eating dessert. Then sometimes we either do more homework or we watch an episode of something before going to bed- Phineas and Ferb, Avonlea, Monk, Psych, or Once Upon A Time. It's been a pretty good life here on the bottom floor and I think I'm going to miss it.
But I know that this is the first of many moves in our life, so I should probably not get all choked up over it! Because when I get sad about it I have to remind myself that I never intended for us to stay here forever- to raise kids here or have family come stay would be impossible. So I've accepted this change and I am excited about it as well. Because I have never in my life really moved a whole household like this. I've always moved in and out of apartments with roommates and in and out of my parents house, but this will be the first time moving the entire contents of every room- and have it all be my stuff! And by 'my' of course I means ours. It's crazy to me how much stuff we've already accumulated.
In about a year I know we will be moving again, and I'll probably be all sad again because I will have grown fond of and become comfortable at our new place. But for now, and probably forever, this apartment will always hold a special significance for me. It's the place where Andrew and Hillary really became Andrew and Hillary. We stayed up late talking, we made our own real meals, and we found out we could take care of ourselves and we could take care of each other in good times and bad. Yup, this has been a special place. Goodbye our teeny little first apartment! Thank you for helping us become us.
Anyways though, we are moving. Sad...but our new apartment is right upstairs! We are going to be one of two RA couples for the apartment complex we live in. This basically just means we help people who lock themselves out and we close the pool at midnight. Things like that. Sounds simple, but I really am kind of nervous. We also have to be curfew monitors for the hundreded plus single students who live here- boys and girls. That I'm not excited about. But there are a lot of benefits to the job which I will probably blog about later.
The point of this post is that we are going to be leaving the very first home we have ever been able to call our own. I am a very sentimental person and so even though we are moving just upstairs, I am a little nostaligic. Lately we've gotten into this evening routine of dinner, homework, playing games and watching Home Improvement on TV Land at nine while eating dessert. Then sometimes we either do more homework or we watch an episode of something before going to bed- Phineas and Ferb, Avonlea, Monk, Psych, or Once Upon A Time. It's been a pretty good life here on the bottom floor and I think I'm going to miss it.
But I know that this is the first of many moves in our life, so I should probably not get all choked up over it! Because when I get sad about it I have to remind myself that I never intended for us to stay here forever- to raise kids here or have family come stay would be impossible. So I've accepted this change and I am excited about it as well. Because I have never in my life really moved a whole household like this. I've always moved in and out of apartments with roommates and in and out of my parents house, but this will be the first time moving the entire contents of every room- and have it all be my stuff! And by 'my' of course I means ours. It's crazy to me how much stuff we've already accumulated.
In about a year I know we will be moving again, and I'll probably be all sad again because I will have grown fond of and become comfortable at our new place. But for now, and probably forever, this apartment will always hold a special significance for me. It's the place where Andrew and Hillary really became Andrew and Hillary. We stayed up late talking, we made our own real meals, and we found out we could take care of ourselves and we could take care of each other in good times and bad. Yup, this has been a special place. Goodbye our teeny little first apartment! Thank you for helping us become us.
1 comment:
You guys will make amazing RA's! The tricky stuff like curfew and bikini's becomes easy to do! I was afraid to do it and once I did it over and over it became natural to walk over to an apartment with a curfew issue and to tell them about the BYU honor code. You guys also had such a cute apartment! I loved how you decorated the bedroom. You'll have to put new pictures up of your new place!
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