I have a love/hate relationship with moving boxes. I LOVE moving boxes because they are sign of something new... a new address, a new home, a new adventure. I HATE moving boxes because I feel like they are never ending and they are currently haunting me from the living room in our new place.
At the end of April, we loaded up three trucks, a trailer, my car and made the move. Group effort does not even begin to describe this weekend. My parents, Travis's parents and his brother all made this move probably the easiest yet (counting the moves in college, this made #9 for me). My dad says he is done after this one. We'll just have to see about that.
While Travis is currently calling our condo home... it is definitely starting to feel like our place. Pictures still need to be hung... curtains put in their place... boxes COMPLETELY unpacked... but the excitement around this new adventure continues to build.
And as my clothes are slowly starting to find their place in the closets, the reality is quickly setting in... this is almost my place too!! Travis and I can't wait to call Vinings home... explore all of the side streets and cute neighborhoods... find new favorite restaurants... spend Saturdays by the river... enjoy having some of my bestest friends within walking distance... and settle in to our first place. (cue squeal of excitement)
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