I’m a Squatter.
No matter where I’ve lived the past few years, I’ve loved my home 🙂 All my furniture that I hand picked myself, my plants, my ikea "build it yourself"ers, my cozy throw blankets, pictures and knick-knacks have all served to create a feeling of comfort and relaxation for me. Coming home from the office at the end of the day to my kitty cat and my kitchen was always something to look forward too, and having people over and entertaining was one of my favorite means of social activity. But now I’m moving, and 1/3rd of my belongings have been moved, another 1/3rd given away and the last of it sits in boxes in my spare room.
I’m incredibly excited to be marrying Greg, and as much as I loved my home I cant wait for us to make our home together. Its only this transition period that has me feeling a little out of sorts and well… just plain lost most of the time 🙂
The official day of the move is Thursday but between now and then I walk into a large empty space that dwarfs my couches and table and anything I say has a slight echo’y sound to it. I’ve been joking around with Greg that it feels like I’m squatting in an empty apartment but the picture was completed when my oven spontaneously quit working 2 days ago.
In a few weeks I’ll be reunited with my belongings and it’ll be a 100x better because Greg will be there with them. I’m so happy that all the things I love will be under 1 roof, and between now and then I have all those last minute wedding details to keep me busy and just a little insane 🙂
Speaking of wedding…(cue music); Do you know its only 21 days away?!