So, we close in the morning. Only hours away. Tomorrow I become a homeowner.
Paint colors chosen. Check.
Possessions packed. Check.
Ready to move. No.
It wouldn't be so hard to move if I didn't absolutely love our apartment. It is THE coolest apartment ever. Or at least in Memphis. We took it two months before we needed it simply because it was so cool. Its my first place away from home and our first home together. Yes, we've outgrown it, but I still love it. And it kills me to see everything packed up.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very excited about our new house and seeing it become our home. But there is something bittersweet about leaving this place. So excuse me if I don't burst at the seams with excitement over moving.