The 14th I spent like pretty much every other Monday since school started, working on lecture notes for my classes this week - which is hard work and definitely makes me appreciate literally every teacher I've ever had.
The 15th my guest blog post with MyCanvas went live (and you can and should read about it here). The 15th we also started packing up the house that's been our home for seven years. The 16th is my dad's birthday and we also signed a lease on an apartment. The 17th is my "sister's" birthday, the 18th I took off the afternoon to go home and start throwing things into cars and boxes before a birthday party our friends were throwing. The 19th was my 27th birthday and moving day.
I took this picture before we started moving everything out of this house. It's the first picture that I took of 27 year old Heather. It's also the last selfie that I took in front of the house. You know this house has a lot of memories. It's the first place I lived outside of my parents house. For years it has been a refuge. Its kitchen experienced culinary delights and failures. It's the house I learned I dog person in; the house I brought my puppy home to. It's the house I went to when my grandmother died and I slept in a small twin bed after Thor licked my face (that dog is the best). I stood in the backyard this last week, the weather has started cooling down, and remembered writing papers with the backdoor open. I could hear the wind moving through the trees in the nursery outside and the air smelled like fall. It's the house my niece came home to. The place where she got her first bath and had her first room. It's the house that I would cuddle her and read her her in. |
I like this picture. I like that it was my birthday picture. I like that the house is behind me. Leaving it was bittersweet. I know that things will really change now (and it will be for the best), but I've loved the time that I spent there and I am sad to see us go.
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