On Monday B-man took the day off and we spent the entire day emptying and cleaning out our apartment. It feels like the whole day was a blur. It was the most time I had spent there since our move to the new house.
It is nice to be done with it I guess. To move on. To embrace the wonderful future.
A friend of mine from 9th grade is in the DC area this summer, and we have hung out three times now. She also has a little one just a few months older than Ginny. It’s kind of incredible how much older we seem, but when I’m with her I feel inexplicably younger.
I used to take Ginny in the shower with me. It hurts my back too much to bend down and use the baby bath, and then the kitchen sink in our apartment was getting a little too shallow… it also didn’t have a drain stopper, so I would put a small bowl and then a towel to seal in the water a little longer.
Our house as a very nice, deep, sink in the kitchen. On the mornings that Ginny gets a bath she can sit and play in there while I unload the dishwasher and make breakfast. It’s pretty idealic.
So I said goodbye to my apartment, for good. If everything goes well… we will probably never live in an apartment again. I hadn’t thought about it that way before.
We are going to Maine for a week in July, so currently my house is abuzz with packing and laundry and unpacking (boxes) trying to find everything we need. And then of course we are also planning for Ginny’s birthday party!
I know I say this a lot, but it is crazy how quickly time goes by as you get older. I really was not prepared for that aspect of becoming an adult!