all good things must come to an end

in the past few months i have been so anxious and excited to move out of our current apartment into our new, better, more spacious apartment; our new place is central to both of our offices, it's affordable, it has a killer porch, it's tucked away in a wooded area, it has multiple huge closets, vaulted ceilings, 3 bedrooms (a master, an office and a guest bedroom be so luxurious), and really almost everything i would want in a dwelling. our official move date is the 18th, and though i haven't packed a thing yet, nothing up to the past day or so has tapered my enthusiasm.

yesterday, however, i found myself getting sentimental and mopey about leaving. in reality, phil and i have spent two of our married years here (2 of 3). we've experienced a roller coaster of emotions and life events, and even though we always knew it was an impermanent fix, it's been home. soon we will be gathering up all of our things, and i'm pretty sure they'll fit our new place just fine, i know from experience that they'll never fit together quite the same.

here are my (very ordinary) favorites, right here, right now:

my only orchid (it's still alive!)

my tiny garden

the brushes

my sewing desk

a shim shame sheree of sewing and craft tools

the receipt from "the dress"

a bench in the bedroom

                    my favorite duvet cover

my grandmother and uncles

a flower soap drawing i made a few days ago

i tied these to balloons our first valentine's day

from a fun afternoon, these are taped to the outside of the bedroom door

phil's journals on our coffee table

a group of adorable coffee mugs i thrifted

i'll take anyone's unloved fruit (lemons, compliments of sam)

nodoz was crucial for our spice rack

we still have vhs tapes

a wind chime from the lew family trip to the obx

phil's bike

keyboard

this little keypad has gotten a pounding lately

cameras, cameras everywhere

one of our guitars

the light that's never worked

they play in the sun all afternoon, sort of

and sleep too

i wanted lights on the porch; phil spent 2 hours hot gluing them up for me