So we're moving out tomorrow. While I'm really excited to be moving to a bigger place, I'm also feeling reflective and a teensy sentimental for our old place, despite it's problems.
We moved here when we had been married for just 4 months. We moved out of my first apartment in San Francisco, which was an amazing amazing amazing (yes, it bears repeating) penthouse apartment that was about 800 square feet. It was one giant room, with French doors leading to the bedroom. Unfortunately, Pete the night owl would want to stay up late and do stuff, and since I was commuting 80 miles round trip for my job, I had to get up insanely early every day, so I wanted to go to bed early. This proved to be a challenge. Also, Pete had no where to work -- I had cleaned out a huge closet for him and we made it his office, but that didn't really work, since it was only about three feet wide. I
still think it was very generous of me to give up closet space.
Anyway, so our criteria in looking for our apartment in 2007 was: 2BR, closer to my office, and maybe a pool and fitness center. After a frustrating search by me (since Pete was in the city) after work and on the weekends for both of us, we found this place. It had kind of a retro 70s feel, which we later discovered was in fact just because they did a haphazard job of "remodeling."
We moved in June 2007. We also started receiving crazy amounts of wedding presents at this time, and we bought our new table and chairs, and our sofabed then. We were thrilled to have two bedrooms; Pete had a real office, and our apartment had full doors so I could just go to bed early and he could stay up as late as he wanted (something he still enjoys doing, despite my prodding).
We experienced a
5.6 earthquake here in October of 2007, where I was terrified to discover our walls move like a parallelogram; we went to our wedding and to the dude ranch and to Detroit, all while living in this apartment. We also had some scary interactions with
shady neighbors and I fell in love with
He-Man the cat.
Possibly the greatest achievement, and the thing that makes me a teensy sentimental, is that we made and
grew Lucia here. We
made those funny videos and
had her and
brought her home here. This is where it all happened. The
pictures of me pregnant in front of the stove. Bringing Lucia up the stairs for the first time; here. All here.
I never thought this would be the place for all of that; I'm excited to see what the next chapter of our lives and the next apartment will bring.