I am grateful to have an apartment that feels like a home.
This September we moved and this was the first time we moved without really needing to move. It took awhile for it to feel real, but we kept moving forward because we ultimately did feel like it was right for us. It didn't take long for it to feel like a home. We still had boxes and piles of stuff, but it feels like a home. I can't find a better way to describe it. I loved our last place and still miss it at times, but it never quite felt like home. This past weekend, we spent time assembling more of our furniture and hanging things on the walls and it feels like we've always been here. It is such a wonderful feeling to have.
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