It was moving day today! Hours and hours of preparation and packing, and it is here and gone. It is amazing how quickly the actual move goes. An hour and a half and most of our belongings were far from sight.
I loved this place. Seeing it emptied, it takes me right back to the first time we saw the apartment. I fell instantly in love with the Victorian details – tall ceilings, crown molding, old-fashioned doorknobs, and clawfoot tub. As Grant pointed out to me, I’m pretty sure I fell in love with every place we looked at together, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about the one we picked 🙂
This was Grant and I’s first apartment and the place we came back to after getting married. Shedding this place is the first concrete act that we are leaving life as we know it.
We wandered around from empty room to empty room today after the movers left, aimlessly looking for…something? I think we were just trying to take in every memory of this place while we could. It is funny how a set of walls can contain so many thoughts and feelings, reminders of laughter and fights. If walls could talk…Memories of the first time you cooked a dish right, that time you used the silver goblets you inherited…because life is too short to save your good stuff, hosting your first Thanksgiving, surviving the longest earthquake you’ve ever felt, buying your first nice piece of non-Ikea furniture, starting your first indoor herb garden …. three times and each time getting thwarted by tiny bugs, and taking so much pride in your apartment that you actually clean the baseboards.
On another note are expert packers now – Grant of bikes, and me of kitchen!
Among other things, I will miss this view of Bernal Heights from our window…
(by the way, any takers on the $1.9 million dollar house across the street? Yikes.)
UPDATE: The house sold for $2.5 million. Like hotcakes. If this isn’t a sign of the end times, I don’t know what is.
The countdown until we leave begins – 4 DAYS!