Movers come tomorrow.
We've made so many good memories in this little room, our first home. You can catch yourself up on our beginnings here, if you're just now tuning in. I'm really sad (in some ways) to say goodbye to this place. We've had such gracious and helpful landlords, and we love our neighborhood. As quirky as this apartment is, we really are gonna miss it.
To taper off my sadness, I decided to make a list of the few things we won't miss about one-bedroom-apartment life.
1. It's teensy tiny. As in 440 sqft. As in I can touch all the walls in the kitchen corner. As in we don't have room for a couch. As in our bed is the main attraction of our little space. (Word to the wise: if your bed is going to serve as a place where you eat/watch TV/sleep/etc. don't pick out a white comforter. You're begging for trouble.)
2. The Double Tap. Water pressure/flushing capabilities aren't the greatest round here. If you've gotta go number two, it requires two flushes. But you've got to wait for the bowl to fill all the way up, which will take fifteen minutes. We've fondly dubbed this The Double Tap.
3. Proximity to the bathroom from the bed. Remember our bed is the center of the room, so when someone needs to go... you hear EVERYTHING. Our visitors feel real uncomfortable. Poop Music is required. I recommend songs like "Drop it Like It's Hot" or "Push It." (Grahm just called me the grossest person ever.)
4. Gas stove, gas heater. When we first moved in, I didn't know that gas stoves could still function let alone how to use it. Only two burners work, so making dinner is tricky. I've gotten accustomed to open flames in my home, and I no longer freak out by the smell of gas (unless it's Grahm). Basically, I'm excited to not have a near death experience every time I want to make cookies or warm the room up.
5. Laundromat. Never again. Hello to my own washer/dryer set where I can wash my husband's three pairs of jeans any time I want without 700 quarters jiggling in my pocket or throwing my old lady elbows around to fight for one of the good machines at Doug's Coin-Op.
6. Spiders. I've seen/killed more daddy longlegs than one person ever should. When we first moved in, I had dreams that spiders were going through my ears and eating at my brains... then Grahm informed me they don't have teeth, which made me feel a little better. Still, they're beyond creepy and not exactly roommate material, regardless of whether or not they can kill me or not.
7. No closets. I think this is the one that I'm excited about the most. Currently, our clothes are hung on a rack we bought from Wal-Mart hitched to the wall via bungee cord. We bought a plastic bin for Grahm to cram (hey that rhymes) his wardrobe in, cause let's face it... that's about 1/236th of mine. I'm the one who needs to see my stuff hanging up. Gotta see all the options. I have a feeling I'm going to rediscover all my clothes when we move, because only 1/3 of them are able to hang on the rack. Most are in boxes. Same goes for the kitchen. It'll be like we're having another wedding shower with the rediscovery of all the appliances we haven't gotten to use yet.
We've enjoyed our cozy home. We'll always cherish the memories we made here.
But we're excited about the new adventures that await us in San Antonio.
Texas here we come!