Dear little apartment,
Almost 3 years has gone by since I first stepped into your front door. Tomorrow night is our last night here, and I just wanted to reflect on the times we’ve had. You were Marcus and I’s first place that we called “home” together. Although there was a time that we almost lost the warmth and comfort of your tiny closed in walls, we managed to make it through. This was my first home away from my parents, and you made me feel safe. There’s been so many good memories here that I don’t think I can write them all but I’ll try. I became a wife here, a dog mom here (twice), a stay at home wife and dog mom here, celebrated Marcus and I’s first Valentine’s Day, Christmas, anniversaries, and birthdays here. I remember when Marcus and I didn’t have a lot of money (I was working he was looking for work), and I came home to him inside the bathroom running me a bubble bath in the tub I’ve come to love. Granted we’ve had bad memories here too, but the good definitely outweighs them. Our tiny corner of the world we liked to call you. The kitchen is small, the living room is crammed, but I will never ever lose the love I have for this tiny place I call home. Thank you for being ours for almost 3 good years of my life. Dear tiny apartment…..we love you.