With our move a few days away, I find myself excited to get into our new space and sad to leave our little apartment at 313. It’s a pretty sweet little guy- it’s always flooded with light, has worn wooden floors, is three blocks from the beach and across the street from a big green park. It’s been pretty good to us these last few years. So much of our history has happened in its walls. It’s where Brian and I had our first awkward date. Have I ever told you how awkward Brian was in the beginning? I spent the first few weeks wondering if he even liked me. He always says he’s happy I stuck with him during that time. I saw potential! It’s where Brian first told me he loved me as we stood in the shower soaping our hair. It’s where we had our first and only big fight when getting ready for bed and I stormed out dramatically in the middle of the night to go back to my place. Then I got home and thought…maybe that was a bit much? It’s where we’d stay up late on the couch, listening to music, playing gin rummy and drinking booze, the game getting more heated and pathetic as the evening went on. It’s where we decided to take the next step in our relationship and move in with each other. A few weeks later, I nervously and excitedly unpacked my clothes, making 313 my new permanent home. It’s where Brian came home one night as I was cooking dinner and said, “I got the promotion at work“- we dropped everything and went out for steaks and martinis to celebrate. It’s where I woke up at 4:30 am and packed the car en route for the Buddhist monastery in search of answers and adventure. It’s where I accidentally dropped Brian’s toothbrush in the toilet and tried to cover it up quickly. When he caught me, we laughed so hard we cried on the bathroom floor. It’s where we cried from sadness on the couch after Brian’s grandmother’s funeral; the first terrible loss together as a couple. It’s where I learned how to cook. It’s where I got a call that a project of mine got fabulous feedback and we popped a bottle of champagne and celebrated on a school night. It’s where Brian worked endless hours to put together his first photography show– spread out on the floor framing each piece perfectly. It’s where I battled my anxiety issues and won (hopefully). It’s where I turned thirty. It’s where we celebrated our first Christmas together. It’s where Brian put a ring on my finger and told me that nothing would make him happier than if I became his wife- we cried on the floor after hugging and laughing. It’s where I’ve sat up countless nights writing at my computer. It’s where we sat in bed one night and excitedly hit “buy” on a ten day trek in Nepal; then looked at each other and said “what did we just do?” It’s where our story as a couple began. It’s the place we will drive by with our kids one day and say that’s where mommy and daddy fell in love.
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