.Packing.

I've lived in 4 different apartments ever since I graduated college in 2005. It felt like every year I was ending an apt lease and moving to a new apt. Each time I just could not wait to get out of these apartments. Packing sucked but at least I didn't have to deal with my horrible landlord any longer. It became normal for me to pack up everything I owned come June. When I leased the apt I am living in now (for a few more days at least) I really believed that I was going to be here for a while. I really love loved my apartment complex. It had everything we could want. A pool, a tennis court, pool tables, gym ... you name it we had it. But once we got married the hubs kept on talking about how much he wanted to find a house. I was worried about money and responsibility but he was able to find a home we could afford that did not require so much work.

For the first time ever packing is not so bad. I am not wanting to cry and throw everything away because I just want it to end. I am packing with a smile on my face because I know this will be the last time for a verrrrrry long time. God Willing.

Tomorrow is going to be the hottest day of the week and I know that I am going to be sweating up a storm and complaining about how heavy things are and how much I wish we had more help, but I also know that come tomorrow night we will sleep in our house for the first time and I will sleep like a baby. For the first time in my life, I am content. Truly content.

Lovelies, hope you all have perfect weekends!