our first apartment

Recently we said goodbye to our first apartment. The only one we've ever known since our marriage. I'm getting all sorts of emotional just thinking about it. So many firsts happened here the past 3 years. We both are gonna look back on this place with fond memories. Though we had our share of grumbles about it, it really was the perfect place for us.

-Our BEDroom. Literally our room was all bed.
-Staining & painting the kitchen table that we thought was given to us only to find out after that it actually was meant to stay in the apartment after we left (it's a pretty funny story; this one was my bad). Now that's how you inherit a free kitchen table.
-French doors into our room.
-The bead portal.
-The lamp with the mustache. Tanner put it on originally as a joke but neither of us took it off.
-Trying not to cut yourself on the bathroom mirror.
-Our fridge magnets. So, so many.
-Provo River trail nearby.
-The side window in the living room was frosted like the ones typically found in bathrooms. Still don't know why it was that way.
-Dave and Todd. The nicest landlords ever.
-A cheap ikea rug that would get caught in the door or would slide around.
-The neighbors dog barking anytime we'd open the window.
-Jumping to avoid the little spray of water from the toilet after it was flushed.
-The spider outside the front door.
-Watching the shenangins that happen in the parking lot of the church across the street.
-Hearing people scrape the bottom of their car when they took the dip in said parking lot straight on.
-Fresh blackberries and tomatoes from the garden.
-Shower and kitchen drains were somehow connected. Remnants of food occasionally found their way into the shower.
-Tanner still never learned what light-switch turned on what light.
-The sink in the bathroom barely fit a bottle of soap. Whenever you'd turn the water on/off was a risk of it falling into the garbage.
-The 5 second delay of the microwave.
-The vinyl bird above the front windows.
-The on switch for the dryer was broken from the first time we moved in. Had to use pliers to turn it on every time.
-Cleaning the mirror doors but always finding streaks.
-Having any more than 2 people in the apartment at once was tight.

I spy with my little eye, Atticus in a bouncy chair...

As I look around my heart is happy. I knew we wouldn't stay there forever, but I'm gonna miss this stage of our life. BUT good things are to come. A new city. A new space. A new home. Looking forward to moving into where Atti's giggles will fill the rooms. Where he will learn to crawl and walk. Where we can be just the three of us.