We moved in exactly one year ago to our apartment, and at that time were unwrapping wedding gifts, finishing last minute details, packing for our honeymoon, and dreaming of newlywedded bliss.
I have loved our year in our home so much. I have loved decorating it, and sharing it with Ben, and making it home. It is so strange that just 30 days ago it was perfectly fixed, and were were considering paint colors and re-signing for another year's lease. Then, Quisqueya finally came through with an offer, and within four weeks we've sold all our things and now the only piece of furniture in the entire apartment is our bed. Everything you can see if this picture is gone, except for the Satterlee original art on the wall. There's a lot of grief in in today.
Tonight is our first night in my parents' house. They are being very gracious, and this will allow us a great transition time before moving to Haiti to save buckets of money and wean ourselves off American life. Their house is really well suited for it- we'll have plenty space, and privacy, not to mention getting to live in a big fancy house. But I have love, love, loved our little first apartment.