attached

there is one thing about that has hardly changed - ever. i'm use to moving. growing up we moved a l o t & we weren't even a military family. my parents get that bug to take another adventure. you would think i'd be a pro at detaching from things easily. wrong! one thing i always get attached to is the home(s) i live in.

ted and i drove up from virginia one saturday in march '10 to search  for a place to live. we knew very little about philadelphia but ended up finding a perfect loft. we headed back to new orleans shortly after & loaded our life in a penske truck heading to philly.

lots of sun. ceiling reaching 18 ft. huge brick arch in our kitchen leading to the dining area. steel appliances & doors. a two person (double) shower. a doorman. limited closets but pretty good storage area.

it's all fading fast as we are breaking everything down to move. the last 2+ years have gone quick. we have another 2 years left in philadelphia which will probably go faster than we expect. new home. new neighborhood. new adventure. same city.

i'm going to miss this sunny loft & all the memories made here like when ted & i didn't know one single person in the city. we would play board games all day long or have OC marathons. a quick walk to the park to stretch our legs with a packed dinner & frisbee to toss. (in some ways, i can't wait to move & find ourselves in this exact situation again... it was some of my favorite memories)