No, not into a house. Not yet. [We kinda decided that with school and work and stress to postpone that for the time being.]
But we are moving into a condo. A two-bedroom, two-bath condo. Which may [or may not] sound small, but let me reassure you - it is far bigger than our one-bedroom, one-bath apartment.
Don't get me wrong, I love our apartment. And quite frankly, I always will. It was the first place I lived with my very own husband.
However, when your apartment looks like this all the time...
...with stuff lining the walls...
...you know you just might need a bit more space.
I am so excited for this move. And the rent is cheaper, so it doesn't get much better than that, eh?
And just for posterity's sake, a couple more of the current apartment:
Here's the table that came with our furnished apartment. [Bye-bye table.] And more stuff lining the walls.
Tiny but well-loved.
Don't judge the decor, por favor. I hadn't really started decorating, porque I knew we'd be moving ASAP.
[Yeah, I'm not really sure where the random spanish is coming from either.]
For fun.
Anyway, hopefully soon I'll be able to show you a fully-decorated new condo. [Soon meaning within the next couple of months. Don't hold your breath.]
I kinda like moving. At least the redecorating, reorganizing part. [Not so much the heavy furniture, arms-aching part.] Is that weird?
