It has begun. Our cute apartment that we call home has turned into a monster. This really is one of the hardest parts of our move. My parents (along with anyone else who has ever mentioned their first place) have only told horror stories. Ours has been the opposite experience. We love love love our apartment. It is fun, practical, cool, and cheap. We're going to miss pulling up to the 150+ year old blue house and going upstairs. We love the character of our multiple fireplaces and porch that we access through 9 foot counterweighted windows.
But that time is over: We have passed along some furniture to friends, and now have nowhere to sit. Tomorrow we will pass along our kitchen table and take out our bookshelf. Kendall hasn't cried yet... but it is coming. Enjoy pics of the madness. We'll be back to post a lot more often here in the next few days. We have apartment pictures from Turkey, a thank you post for some friends, and a detailed explanation of our class loads coming this week.
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