This entire weekend, I caught myself pointing out the lasts.
"This is going to be the the last time I take a shower here." "This is going to be the last time I eat a piece of pizza here." "This is going to be the last time I go to sleep here."
I am beyond sad to leave our house. We've made so many memories there. This is where we found out we were pregnant. Three times. This is where we mourned the loss of two of those babies, and celebrated (immensely) one of those babies.
This house was our life for five years.
But, now that I'm in our new home, I'm celebrating the firsts.
Like the first time our baby saw herself in the mirror. Or the first time she saw her room. But my absolute favorite - the first time she realized this was where we lived. Priceless.
I am so excited about the memories we are going to make over the next year. I can look around this place and see them now. Unpacking is almost done, and instead of an empty apartment, I'm starting to see our home. And I love it already.