The End of an Era







Wearing //
Loft jeans, similar
Old Navy flats, identical and these too
Use me (Noelle Engel) as your stylist



These photos and this post are bittersweet for me. This is the last time you'll see me beside our condo, our first home together as a married couple. It was our first time living in a small space, but it was also the first time we felt like we were truly at home. No parents, no roommates. There were plenty of firsts here. From planning our wedding to getting a dog to turning thirty. I'm going to miss it, even though I'm excited to have more room and a yard again. I won't have to worry about looking put together when I take Nettie out for a walk in the mornings, and I'll be able to do laundry inside the house instead of in the garage. Small luxuries that I took for granted before condo life. But your first real place together as newlyweds is always special, and up until a few months ago, I loved calling this home. It definitely served its purpose, and allowed us to save a little money in the process because our bills were so low. I remember feeling so unsure when we moved in, and now I'm experiencing the same pangs of anxiety as we move out. I told you guys I'm not good with change. Living in a house is a bigger responsibility. I'm excited to decorate, as well as the means to entertain guests. We never really had friends over in the condo because it felt too cramped.

There's so much more I could say, but it's hard to collect my thoughts at the moment. Maybe things are better left unsaid, or maybe I'll write a future post once I feel settled. I'm happy that I'll have my blog archives to look through which documented this period. Even though I don't get too personal on here, it feels like a diary. I have to remind myself that it's just a move, and like most change that has happened so far in my life, I doubt I'll regret it.

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