the move

we're moving in 23 days

and we haven't even started packing.

our apartment is a wreck.

we hardly have any money.

there's something in the fridge that's been there for a little too long i think.

and we're not even quite sure where we're going to live

or if we have have jobs when we get to tampa.

but i am unbelievably happy.

i come home to my husband every day

and we laugh

and play text twist on the computer for way too long

and drink cheap wine

and try our best to prepare for what's next.

and you know what?

i kind of like being poor.

it makes us realize what we really need

and what we can do without.

i'll miss this little place.

it was our first home together.

but i'm excited to see where we'll end up next...