I got sort of emotional tonight, thinking about my upcoming move. I was cleaning my place up and organizing in a serious way for my move, and it just struck me that I won't be here much longer.

I started snapping some photos—in case I forget this phase of my life someday. So many things happened in this apartment over the past nearly six years. I get so sentimental about the life I made here.



I always thought this little apartment and I were lucky to find each other. It's been a refuge from some dark days, a home for my accumulated odds and ends, and been the site of some burned meals, some hot dates, and great memories. I've had SIX jobs in the time I've lived here, which is crazy to ponder.

Granted, I don't like my cramped kitchen, the lack of a dishwasher, the slightly soiled cheap carpets, the occasional loud neighbor (or the ones that have thought I'm too loud). But I'll miss my little view of Fremont and Ballard, and the little patterns I've settled into here. It's been quite comfortable.

I really have benefited from the stability of a good place to live. But change is good and I'm ready to be a homeowner! More on that shortly.