I am grateful for the time spent here. I am forever humbled by the two years I spent finding myself, crying, dinners on the balcony, drinking in the bathtub, painting, packing orders, watching the rain and snuggling my children that happened in this tiny apartment. There was so much love here, so many memories. My first home.
Every thing we do becomes a part of our story. This was one I worked hard for, I sacrificed for. This was one of the scariest things I have ever done, but it got done and I made this place my home. I will blog about this apartment more later, because it was more kismet than I could allude to here, but this tiny concrete home will live in my heart forever.
I was happy here. I loved and was loved here. A part of me will always be here.
I am glad I started this blog so I can have a place for these memories. I hope I never forget.