Bittersweet

Today I am blogging from my condo in the city. I'm waiting for the HVAC guy to come; one last step on our end to wrap up the sale of 3906. If you know me, I'm NOT an emotional person but on the way here I started to tear up. This may just be the last time I drive to and walk into 3906. Don't get my wrong I'm thanking my lucky stars that someone loved the place as much as I did and that we will have one less mortgage payment a month, one less renter to deal with and I can officially resign from my treasurer position on the board. That all being said it is hard not to think about all the good times and memories this place holds. Meredith and I walked into this place in November 2005 young, full of life and ready to party. We hosted parties, book clubs, girls nights and college friends over our 5 years together. Our handcuff parties were by far my fave (secretly pairing people up who may just hit it off). We cooked many dinners and spent many Sundays hungover eating chipotle. All those memories seem like a lifetime ago and almost like a different life! My condo doesn't just represent my mid 20s. It is also the place I went home to after meeting Matt for the first time. It is the place he moved into in 2010 starting our lives together. He proposed here, we came home here as husband and wife. This is where we found out we were having a baby. We brought Mason home here and gave him his first bath (disaster by the way). 

Selling 3906 is like closing a chapter of my life; one I haven't visited in awhile. I'm ready to celebrate the second the keys are handed over to the new owners (honestly, I'm already thinking about what we are going to do).  But, while I sit and wait in a condo filled with someone else's things it is hard to push all the wonderful memories this place holds from the forefront of my mind.