moving

It seems as though I'm beginning most entries lately by apologizing for long absences. I suppose our only excuse is life itself. Life has taken over. Or actually, changes have taken over.

The new job is very good and challenging. And a little insecure, as new jobs always are. But huge sighs of relief all around for this good change. I think Ben is especially happy to have a happy wife again.

The little house will be officially ours on Thursday. We started packing up our apartment over the weekend. All the frames and vases wrapped up in newspaper and stacked neatly together in cardboard boxes. All the books off the shelves and in boxes. The guest closet echoes with emptiness.

All that's left are the necessities - our bed and the pots and pans and most definitely, the coffee cups. These are the things one continues to need until the very last day.

We've been in this apartment for two years. Which is why my mom asked if packing it all up seemed sad. But, to my surprise, it doesn't feel all that sad. It feels very right. Still, it has been a very good little apartment. And it will always be our first place.

But the little house beckons. And even the oak trees in the yard will belong to us.