As promised, here is a picture of me and our sweet set-up from Sunday night. Forgive the shiny forehead and the general messiness.
I'll miss our first little home together; the home that we bought just before our wedding and the home where we created our own family and own traditions.
I won't miss the shared walls, the noisy upstairs neighbor and the one sink in the tiny bathroom.
I'll miss walking to work and being able to come home for lunch to walk Lola.
I won't miss dodging traffic and cars who don't seem to know what a crosswalk is and I won't miss using my lunch break to clean our house and do laundry.
I'll miss being just a mile away from what are arguably two of the best malls on the East Coast. Banana Republic Petites, J.Crew, Sephora, Bloomingdales, Old Navy, H&M, Gap, Neiman Marcus, Anthropologie, Ann Taylor Loft, Saks Fifth Avenue, Williams-Sonoma just to name a few.
I won't miss the dent it's made on my wallet.
I'll miss our proximity to our nation's capital, just 15 miles away, and everything it has to offer in terms of enterntainment, culture, history and dining.
I won't miss the D.C. traffic nor the bad drivers, though I will be driving around in it for a bit more.
I'll miss the wonderful neighbors we met and our other fabulous friends who live just moments away.
I won't miss the creepy neighbor who stares and stalks and lingers and won't stop friend requesting me on Facebook.
I'll miss being able to buy wine and beer in the grocery store.
Err, there's not much about that one that I won't miss!
I made Jon pose for a picture with me in front of our door this morning. I plan to take a picture in front of every home we own for the rest of our lives because I'm sappy like that.
