It may not look like much to anyone else, but it sure was a lot to us. It was the place where we learned what it means to be a married couple. The place we came home to from our honeymoon. The place where we "grew up." The place where I wasn't paying attention one night and dumped an entire plate of spaghetti on the floor. The place we made memories.
Just last night, we were thinking about the day we moved in to that apartment. It was 1 week before our wedding. I've never been so nervous, excited, scared, stressed, and happy all at the same time. (You might be able to tell by my strained smiles in the pictures from that day below).
I remember thinking, as we lugged all our wedding shower gifts into the empty, white-walled apartment, that at that moment, everything had all-at-once become real. We were really getting married. I was really moving out of my parents' house. I was really an adult.
A very over-quoted line from a song we all loved in the late 90's says "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." And, as cheesy and overused as it is, it's true. You can't move on to the next chapter in your life if you keep re-reading the last one. And that is a lesson I need to teach myself every day, especially a day like today. We would never have had the chance to make these memories in our apartment if we hadn't had the courage to let the previous, "college" phase of our lives end. We would never have experienced the joys of being married if we had clung to the independence of being single.
And we will never know what it's like to own a house if we don't have the courage to let our first home as a married couple go.
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