Saying Goodbye to My Favorite Home Yet...
I have lived in a lot places in my life. And in my seven years in Houston, I have moved my stuff about five or six times... and now I'm doing all over again.
This move is definitely the hardest.
For one, I have no clue where I'll be moving to next. Everything is in storage for at least the next four months, and unlike the last two times I put stuff in storage, there is literally no plan of when or where it will all go.
Secondly, this was by far my favorite place to live ever. And I realized I didn't take enough pictures, or invite enough people over. And... I'm scared that I'll never be able to create such a cozy and happy home again.
When I moved in, my landlord made me a special key when I moved in because when we talked about the place I told him I loved to travel and that I taught World Cultures. It was the sweetest, and he and his wife have been awesome landlords these past few years.
A friend helped me mount the top bookshelf (which I'm leaving behind when I go), and then I assembled all the bookshelves. In the end, I had about about 10-12 bookshelves around the house (and now that I'm all packed up, I have about 30 boxes of books that make up more than half of what's currently in storage).
Eventually it looked like this...
The kitchen had lots of cabinent space, and my island/table was custom-made by a good friend and former co-worker.
This was my favorite nook in the apartment. The shelves were part of the decor from my sister's bridal shower, and I repurposed them as bookshelves. Eventually some bookish art got added, too.
Most of my decor was either painting I made in those group painting classes, art and artifacts from my travels, literary-related or Disney-related.... Every piece in my place had sentimental value and a sweet memory attached to it.
This move is definitely the hardest.
For one, I have no clue where I'll be moving to next. Everything is in storage for at least the next four months, and unlike the last two times I put stuff in storage, there is literally no plan of when or where it will all go.
Secondly, this was by far my favorite place to live ever. And I realized I didn't take enough pictures, or invite enough people over. And... I'm scared that I'll never be able to create such a cozy and happy home again.
When I moved in, my landlord made me a special key when I moved in because when we talked about the place I told him I loved to travel and that I taught World Cultures. It was the sweetest, and he and his wife have been awesome landlords these past few years.
A friend helped me mount the top bookshelf (which I'm leaving behind when I go), and then I assembled all the bookshelves. In the end, I had about about 10-12 bookshelves around the house (and now that I'm all packed up, I have about 30 boxes of books that make up more than half of what's currently in storage).
Eventually it looked like this...
The kitchen had lots of cabinent space, and my island/table was custom-made by a good friend and former co-worker.
This was my favorite nook in the apartment. The shelves were part of the decor from my sister's bridal shower, and I repurposed them as bookshelves. Eventually some bookish art got added, too.
Most of my decor was either painting I made in those group painting classes, art and artifacts from my travels, literary-related or Disney-related.... Every piece in my place had sentimental value and a sweet memory attached to it.
Now that it's all packed up and I'm about to say goodbye, I wish I took pictures of everything.
I'm already homesick.
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