Reflections

I must say, it is quite a surreal experience to sell your first home. Especially one like hours, which we took from a 60's, bare-bones, shag carpet disaster, to the beautiful, completely updated and renovated home that we created over the past 2 1/2 years. It is both rewarding to see what we have accomplished (along with our own private team of contractors, electricians, plumbers, painters, and day laborers that we kept at the ready (thank you Mom and Dad, Mike and Eleanor, Mark, Matt, Chris, Artie, and all others who contributed!!) as well as bittersweet to know that we will be leaving our first home in just a few short days. It's hard to think about leaving this home, where we spent the first years of our marriage, spent quality time with family and friends, learned so much about adulthood (including taxes (BLAH) and mortgages (EEK) and how much Verizon robs you on phone/cable/internet. But srsly.), hosted our first parties and BBQs, and gained so much experience in home renovation and design.

I am 100% confident that we are making the right decision for us right now. We don't want to be on Long Island and have been thinking about a major change for quite a while.

But it doesn't make it any easier to leave our first home.

The point is:
1. Right now, I'm sad.
2. Packing sucks.
3. It's hard to pack when you don't know where you're (eventually) moving.
4. Apparently no matter how many boxes you buy, you still don't have enough.
5. The pod is big, but our stuff is bigger.
6. See #2.

Three more days at 4 Mickey.