I often associate this apartment with the difficult years in our lives. I’ve not felt fond of it and have been ready to move on for a long time–especially move on from the period it’s come to represent. But lately nostalgia has grabbed hold of me and I’ve been appreciating small things–the glorious light, the kitchen I enjoy baking in, the quiet moments of rest after spending the whole afternoon cleaning, the two more dogs we gave a home here. This house has more to offer than I was able to see before. So many good things do happen. I’m excited to move, yes, but glad for our time in this space nonetheless.