Chris and I are officially homeowners!!
The process was actually quick and painless.
We looked online, chose a list of houses,
and our relator took us through them.
House number 6 out of 7 was the one
so we put in an offer – and – long story short,
Of course, yesterday when we got the keys
I was out the door loading boxes into my little Honda.
But after the last load for the night was packed,
I looked around my apartment
and was met with unsuspecting tears falling from my face.
It’s the end of an era.
This apartment was a symbol of my independence.
And though I am ecstatic to start my newest journey and adventure,
it is a little hard to say goodbye.
5 years ago when I moved in to my first and only apartment without roommates,
I had no idea what adventures would come my way.
This apartment has seen me through the ups and downs of starting a career.
I subbed in every nearing district, praying for a job, but soon,
the downturn of the economy and lack of teaching jobs led to a stint of unemployment.
But this apartment also was the scene of the phone call
with news I’d been hired for my first teaching job.
This place was my safe haven during a crazy breakup,
a place to party during my single party girl phase,
and the place Chris picked me up for our first date.
I feel like so much has happened here.
I feel like I’ve grown up into the person I want to be in this place.
They say, “When one door closes, another one opens.”
Well, the door to my single girl life is closing,
and the door to an exciting future as Mrs. DiPlacito is opening.
When I look at it that way, it makes it hard to be sad.
The era of my Q street apartment ends here,
but may the memories never fade.