Getting Ready

We are about to get ready to leave The Village.

I'll be posting pictures later of our friends that we are so sad to leave.

I wanted to take this time to post pictures of our apartment since I didn't after we moved here.

To say I didn't want to move to the Village is an understatement.

I had a hard time adjusting to life here and I admit, I made a special effort to continue to hate it here.

But after a while I made some friends and life became bearable.

When we moved into a three bedroom life got even better here.

Now that we are looking to move I find myself putting this place on a pedestal.

I have come to love the 1400 court and would stay here with these people for longer if I could.

But this is just a stop on the road of life for us all.

People that I love have already gone on from here and now it is my turn.

I will be leaving others that I love but even if I were to find a way to stay they would leave at some point too.

I wish I could press pause on life sometimes...

Kinda weird to want to pause here of all places.

We all talk about how much we can't wait to get out of here... until it's our turn.

Before it took all my energy to not dwell on everything I hated about this place.

Now I'm trying to remind myself of it all to ease the pain of leaving.

It's a little easier to do now that my best friend here left town.

She'll be back right before we leave luckily but it means that I can concentrate on the negative.

Which oddly enough is the right thing to do right now.

As you walk in this is the right side of our front room which doubles as my sewing nook.

It worked out pretty well.

Soon this will be where we put all the boxes that we pack up.

This is the left side of the front room which is where Scott and I hang out and play all day.

Gotta love those cinder block walls.

Wait no I don't.

I hate them.

I hate trying to hang things up on them and I hate how they feel like they are closing in around you.

 This is the best part of our place.

He'll be even cuter in a nicer apartment though.

 Here is our kitchen which we didn't have in our last place.

This is the only apartment that has brown wood grain cabinets.

People were so jealous of our kitchen.

Now I'm moving onto a big kitchen with lots of space and real cabinets.

 See that in the left corner, that's a dishwasher.

We had to buy and bring in our own portable washer, which we got an amazing deal on.

I'm excited to not have to hook it up to the sink every time I wash.

Before I wouldn't let myself think that, I was grateful to get one and I felt blessed.

Now I embrace the annoyance.

 Mark's bike room/office. 

We had two bedrooms before and one great room that was the kitchen, the dinning room, the living room and the everything but sleeping room.

When we got more space we decided to move all of Mark's stuff into this room.

He doesn't keep it all that clean but I don't care, I shut the door and pretend it's not there.

Now I'm not exactly looking forward to finding a place for this all to go but I'm forcing myself to be negative about this place, not the new place.

The other two rooms are the same as before so nothing new there.

 This is the view from our stair well door.

We walk out our door and we instantly have a place for Scott to play.

As you can see by the chairs scattered about (there was a wind storm so it usually doesn't look so messy) us ladies like to sit around and watch the kids and talk.

This is the part that, as much as I try, I can't come up with much negativity about.

Especially in the summer time, like now, we all go out and play.

There is a big grill in the center with a bunch of picnic tables.

We have a Facebook group of us all that we use to write in if someone is starting the grill.

We bring our own meat and a side dish to share and all go out and eat together.

This is our ward also so we are all so close as a ward family.

Coming outside is my girl time, my therapy sessions, my parenting classes, my break from my dungeon of an apartment...

This is what makes life in The Village worth while.

This is the path I take to my best friend, Melissa's, apartment.

It's that door at the end of the path.

My two bedroom apartment was in that stairwell with her but then we got this one, I moved into the stair well of my other best friend, Kelsie.

Then Kelsie moved.

If it wasn't already a path we would have made it one going back and forth all the time.

This is pretty much the equivalent of living across the street from each other but better because there are no cars.

We can send Scott and Jaeley out to go to the other persons house at the age of two and just watch from our windows to make sure they didn't get distracted along the way.

Now we're moving across town, about 30 minutes away.

Not bad I know but when this is what I'm used to it's going to be a hard adjustment.

Ok, I need to go back to thinking negatively.