Saturday, August 24, 2013

Our final day

This is it- the final stretch. Our last day in our first apartment.
These walls that were once freshly painted and completely in tact are now left with holes, chipped paint, stains and memories. Holes from darts that were way (wayyy) off target, from one too many picture frames and shelves. Dirty handprints and a messy paint job by a husband who had to paint the baby's room in a day. Chipped paint from command strip fails and cutting corners while carrying Austin in his activity saucer.

If the walls could talk they would tell you that their ears hurt from the laughing, the singing, the fighting, and the screaming. (Assuming that if walls could talk, they would automatically have ears.) Laughing so hard a snort (or a couple hundred) knocked the husband off his feet the first time he heard it. Laughing so hard we couldn't breath. Laughing about Austin, laughing about Duke, laughing about Austin bothering Duke, laughing about laughing. Austin's first laughs were inside these walls.

These walls have heard our ridiculous songs and misspoken lyrics. Whispered Spanish love songs, singing our angel to sleep, and endless hours of Johnny Cash karaoke on the tv.

The walls would tell you they were hit one too many times out of frustration- and about the tears and struggles that the first year brought. They wouldn't hold back- we never did.

They would tell you that they are happy to see us go, taking our clumsy hands and non-existant bladder control dog with us. But they would also tell you that they're sad- that these tenants of theirs were the most interesting and entertaining tenants they have ever had.

Our new condo is not quite finished undergoing renovations, but our lease is up so we're packing up and getting out. It's bittersweet. We are totally excited and ready to start making memories in our new place.

So long, 526.

Oh, and for the record, we have moved about 7% apartment and have to be completely out today. Pack up, load, move out, and unload all in one day? Challenge accepted. 


  1. You are my angel.

  2. Hey, I couldn’t find an email address. Would it be possible for you to email me so that I can ask you a question?

    1. There is a little email icon on my sidebar, it is a triangular banner. It has an "at" sign :)