I’m not sad to leave the ghetto, but it’s a lot to take in. In many ways almost everything that matters to me has happened here. This is the place I took on every challenge, and from two sticks and a shiny thing, somehow still managed to make rubble into a good life for us .
I had very little to my name when I first moved in. My kiddo was just a baby. I was completely alone. No friends. No family. No sense of direction or concept of which way to start walking.. oh, and that whole disabled thing.
This apartment has been the bud of a flower blooming.
It’s been my Bird Cage, and Haven to find my wings.
This is where I became Mama then Mommy than Mom. Where small human learned to sleep through the night, walk, talk, read, cook, draw.. everything.. all our snuggles and baking goodies together.
This is where we would gladly leave, go on adventures, and gladly come home to.
This is where I invited the friends we would eventually make for big brunches and movie nights. This is where all of our Christmases have been. This is where all of our Easter bunny cakes have been baked.
This apartment is where I finally found love, but perhaps more importantly. This is where I finally learned to love and respect myself.
This place was everything I hoped would come of it and now it’s time to move on.
