Leaving our apartment

We've now been in our home for two months, and it finally feels like home; however, the first month in our new home was pretty difficult. When we were finally all moved in, Tim and I spent a day at our apartment cleaning, then I walked around taking pictures. We slowly walked through each room; and holy crap, all these memories started flooding in...I mean, this was our home for four years!

Walking out of the bedroom, I accidentally touched the door and it creaked-that's what started my crying. Every morning that door annoyed the crap out of me because I tried so hard to be quiet to not wake Tim up, and that door never failed to make a noise. I never realized until we moved out how homey that noise was...our new home doesn't have any creaky doors :(.

Walking into the bathroom-while I never particularly cared for the boat decor, I loved the natural lighting, easy for putting on makeup. We have two bathrooms in our new house, but one of them seriously needs updating. And the lighting SUCKS so bad.

Walking into our living room reminded me of how cozy it was. And actually how fricken' hot it was up there in the summer because we couldn't open the windows! Other than that, I loved the living room.

Our kitchen was the worst. The best memory I have of our kitchen is that Tim proposed to me in here. It was sad we had to leave behind the place where that happened, and we can't go back to visit.

The last "room" that had the most memories was our deck. It definitely wasn't anything special, and they should have used wood instead of roofing so we could actually set foot out here in the summer...but the thing I most remember were brisk mornings coming out here and sitting on one of our deck chairs with a blanket and tea and a magazine; and it's still a mystery, but there was usually the smell of donuts being made (we didn't live near a bakery)?

Our new house slowly turned into our home. We've had problems with bats (another post), and I absolutely hated our kitchen, downstairs bath, living room, dining room, and bedroom when we first moved in :). Very slowly, it started feeling better. I am happy to say our cat is finally eating again too! She took this move very hard and hid under the couch for like a week straight. Poor girl. Now she won't stop running around/slipping on our wood floors haha! She sounds like a horse galloping-great for when you're trying to sleep...