We’ve been going a million miles an hour for the past month, and it’s been hard to catch our breath. I’m turning in our keys for our Dallas apartment today and instead of cleaning the walls like I should, I am finding myself laying on the floor feeling flooded with emotions.
Everyone keeps asking me if I’m sad to leave Dallas. I am sad because of all the wonderful people I’ve met, but I’ve been too busy to feel any sadness yet. That is, until now. I am laying here in an empty apartment not wanting to leave all of a sudden. But it’s an apartment- not a living thing, so why am I all of a sudden feeling like this?
I’ve lived four places in Dallas over the past 3.5+ years of living here, and I’ve never felt sad to move once- in some cases I’ve ran out the door never looking back. ? Actually, though.
So I’m just over here trying to figure out my feelings about this & I think this is why- Three years ago this month I was invited to a dinner party at this very complex. I walked in not thinking much of it then, but I was about to meet my future husband for the first time. This is also the place where we started dating and had our real first kiss. We ended up moving to the same complex after we got married to start eternity together. As I look around the empty rooms, memories from each room seem to come to life.
This spot will always hold a special place in our hearts. ?