I'm not sure if I am just a sentimental person, or if moving is emotional for everyone?
But as we packed up the home we had spend over 2 years of life in, I couldn't help but dwell on all the memories each room held.
Like how after we packed up our whole life in practically a day and drove 1,000 miles from our hometown to come to this place on nothing but the little money we had and faith that things would be better for us here.
Hauling our mattress up 3 flights of stairs at 2 in the morning, exhausted from the drive, and throwing it down on the living room floor. Immediately falling asleep in the clothes we were wearing, and being woke up the next morning by maintenance walking into our house because they didn't know we had already "moved in."
Buying our first couch, or TV. Making this place a Home for us.
Cooking together. Having "family dinners" be just the two of us, because we had no one else around to join us. We had only each other to rely on.
Bringing home our puppy and watching him run back and forth with our other dog. He cried his first night with us until I went and got him from his room, and cuddled him on the hallway floor by the heater, where we both fell asleep snuggled together.
I was so happy to have a HUGE bathroom all to myself so I could spread my makeup out like a vanity. I let Michael have the master bathroom but this one was MINE only!
The spare bedroom that Michael made into a really cool office- then I made him pack it all out so my sister could move in when she came to stay with me for the summer. And then it became her room again when she returned a little over a year later and lived with us for the holidays again.
Our bedroom, where we slept every night for 2 and a half years. Where the sounds of distant trains would wake us up, or planes headed to the airport occasionally would sound like they were about to take the roof off. But soon we learned to sleep through it, and it didn't bother us anymore.
I will certainly miss the 6' walk in closet.
I loved sitting out on our porch looking over the open field and having dinner. Or watching the fireworks on the 4th of July with my sister. Seeing all the beautiful North Dakota sunsets peek through our windows before dark.
We would take the dogs out to this field and sit on the tailgate while they ran and explored. We spend many quite Sundays walking through the woodland trails nearby, or Oak Park. We would take our bikes out and ride them all over, only to have to come Uphill the whole way home. And almost every perfect summer day was spent at the Dog park, walking the shady path by the golf course.
Sure we had our share of bad days, and hard times. But I really loved our time in Minot. This place will always have special memories for me. And I am truly homesick for a place I never intended to be more than a short term adventure.
I hope our new adventure is just as great here.
Watch the video below to see our empty apartment as we say goodbye:
You can watch my Home Tour video's below to see our apartment in all of its furnished glow.
