I doubt that most of you know this...
but my parents have a self-contained basement apartment in their house, and B and I are moving into it this weekend.
It's bitter sweet.
Sweet because we'll be able to save a lot of money on rent, it's way bigger and nicer than the Love Shack, and it's closer to most places.
Bitter because we have to leave the Love Shack, neighbors, and ward that we've come to love.
It literally took us 7 months to make a final decision.
And let me tell you, It's still hard for us.
Of course I'm sad about leaving, but B's pretty much heart broken, which makes me super sad.
It's just that this was our first home together!
We spent hours making it look how we want it, and there are so many memories in that house.
I know we'll seriously miss the simplicity of our home.
We didn't have cable or internet so we spent our nights bike riding and card playing and movie watching.
We didn't have a washer or dryer so we let our laundry baskets overflow until it was impossible to go another day without clean clothes.
We locked ourselves out more than once and literally "carded" our way in.
We blasted our music at midnight just cuz we could.
We loved moving our mattress into the living room and usually let is stay there for a solid week.
We tried everything possible to get rid of the "old" smell in the house and never found a solution.
We paid next to nothing for gas and electricy.
Our window cooler became our best friend.
Our bed became our kitchen table.
Cereal and milk was way too common.
7/11 doughnuts just down the street added some pounds.
And we made-out in basically every square foot of the thing.
Those things, and much more, will always be tied to our first home, and it's sad/bizarre to think that we're already moving past this stage in our lives.
But in honor of all good times, here's the Love Shack!
(with top quality photos from the iPhone, of course)
I hope you love it as much as B and I do.
The Living Room
^^ that buffet was our first big purchase as a married couple.
Also, I pulled some leg muscles trying to help B put that thing into our house.
Weighs more than a elephant, I tell you.
^^ It took forever to convince B that that wall should be orange.
Even painted it grey first.
Boy finally came to his senses.
We even had my mom come to paint it so we didn't mess it up big time.
She'll be a professional painter in the next life, I'm sure.
^^we spent DAYS painting the kitchen yellow.
It took way too long.
^^ Sadly, the stove and microwave were mostly used as something to lean our bikes up against.
I'm sure that's no surprise to a lot of you.
Oh the joys of being a non-cook/bad wife.
^^ We didn't exactly secure that top thing very well.
Hence, the hats.
I didn't dare put anything heavier on it, in fear that it would fall and kill us in the middle of the night.
^^This is a HUGE canvas of NYC (where B served his mission).
Sometimes we'd laid in bed and play Eye-Spy on it.
I have yet to find McDonald's.
Also, we want to count how many windows are on it.
But we'll probably save that for a day when we have lots of homework and important things to do.
When we need a legit excuse to not do those things.
Cuz we neeeeeeed to know how many windows are on our NYC mural.
The extra room? Nah. Closet.
^^ my side.
^^take note of over flowing laundry.
Also, we had great intentions of painting over that awesome lime green.
^^ Get this...zero plugs that fit my beauty enhancing needs.
Also...painted these walls from dark green to blue.
By myself, like a boss.
And there you have it!
Our favorite place in the world.
Bye little Love Shack!
You sure have treated us well.
And don't worry.
We already have big plans in the making to move back into you when I graduate next April.