Can it be a retrospective if I haven't left yet? Is retrospective really a word or am I misplacing it with another word? Oh well, this is my fantasy and I'll use whatever words I wanna use.
Fantasy = Blog... sounded more creative when I worded it that way.
Before I start, I want to point out that this post is in no way sad or regretful. We are moving into a place that is going to be so awesome... and I am so totally not going to miss this apartment or anything about it. But it was (is?) our first place. This is the place where we moved from our parents' houses and struggled to keep, where we brought our dog home for the first time and started creating "family" instead of "boyfriend and girlfriend."
That is Bo's first collar! His neck used to be that tiny!! Now it won't even fit over his head!
This is the place where we came after our wedding to eat taco bell and pack for our honeymoon. (Funny story, actually. After the wedding, we were both so hungry! We had eaten dinner at around 5:00 and had danced ourselves silly since then... we needed a fourth meal. And, to tell you the truth, it's kind of romantic in a very 'us' kind of way. Back in the day when we were living at home, our date nights would often comprise of going to Taco Bell, eating it in the car, and then hitting Best Buy. Sounds pretty crappy, but we were broke and young and it was
our thing. So to sit down on our couch and chow down on some fast "Mexican" food with our wedding clothes piled in a corner (and yes, we had other clothes on... jeez) was a really good memory. It makes me smile.)
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I was talking about... what? Oh! The apartment!
I have been taking a lot of pictures lately. It might be because I found the stupid charger for my camera and now have it back for the first time in months. But I also feel like... I want to remember this place.
It hasn't been the best place to live... and we didn't really keep it very homey. We let things get cluttered and piled in corners and on chairs. But look at my hutch and my pantry! Those things made this home.
My first kitchen! Way too small and not enough storage or counter space. But this was MY FIRST KITCHEN. This guy saw a lot of screw ups, a ton of messes, I once caught cupcakes on fire in the oven (I was broiling marshmallow topping, it was bound to happen...) and some pretty spectacular meals. I'll be glad to have a kitchen that I can create in again... but I will never forget the cramped mess that I cut my cooking teeth in.
A lesson in blending two very similar people with very different decorating styles. Although BF and I do enjoy a lot of the same things, I'm not a fan of putting everything I'm interested in on the walls, whereas he displays everything. We figured out a lot about each other and where we will go with the next house. Take a peak at that overstuffed closet - not even this could contain our stuff! I don't know what's going to happen in the new house... but damn we filled that thing up....
Speaking of my Hubs, here he is bagging and boarding some of his most prized possessions. Call it childish, but I love that he collects these things. Ok, maybe I just love him...
Bo standing in the GIANT HOLE he made in the carpet. Hubs and I went out to see a movie and we were testing the pup to see if we could start leaving him out. The answer is approximately greater than or equal to a
$200 crate just for this guy. Expensive, yes, but if my dog has to be crated he's going to do it in something comfortable and sturdy (and that folds up and rolls for convenient moving... really don't miss the $200 as much as I miss the threshold of this door...) That thing is the bomb diggety. And I'm glad we learned that lesson here. Bo? He doesn't learn lessons...
The view out of our living room window. We got lucky when we moved in here and have a corner apartment that backs up onto common area with that pretty tree outside. Ah, spring!
The entertainment zone will no longer be in the living room. Hubs is getting a mancave. I always wondered why men ended up with a mancave and women the rest of the house. Now I know. That's another lesson this apartment taught us...
At the end of the day (lol I started writing that sentence and then saw the look on the dog's face... haven't stopped laughing yet...)
At the end of the day, as long as the three of us are together, we'll be happy. Being able to paint the walls and decorate and do what we want? That's just gravy.
Really, really, really awesome gravy.
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