Let’s be honest. I’m excited about owning my first home. (Obviously, I started a blog just so I could talk about it non-stop.) But I’m starting to feel sorry for my apartment. It has turned into an old pair of jeans. You know when you buy a new pair of jeans and all of a sudden every other pair of jeans you own suck? None of the jeans in your closet can live up to the fabulously fitting new pair, the new pair that makes your butt look awesome and by default causes all your old jeans to make your butt look fat. The house is my new, look-at-my-amazing-butt, jeans and my apartment now makes me look fat...it's being rejected.
Knowing that we'll be moving out in a couple months makes it hard to want to put much effort into the apartment. Old furniture items are being tossed so corners are left empty, boxes are moving in, and craft projects are left hanging awkwardly on the wall. (Yarn Wreath.)
I know it's only going to get worse as we get closer to the moving date, so I'd like to take this moment to remember the adorable apartment as it was. You've been good to us. (But I still can't wait to leave you.)
|I didn't have a good apartment picture, but I think Maeby's face says it all.|
Until next time...