Goodbyes

I don't like goodbyes. In fact, I kind of hate them. This weekend, therefore, has not been fun (Not that saying goodbye has been the only thing to make it so). We're moving tomorrow, so yesterday a bunch of good friends came and helped us pack the truck and clean the apartment.

So now this is what we're living like. Mike and I are sleeping in the main room, to be by the AC, in a sleeping bag, which by the way, is ridiculously uncomfortable. Wymount apparently thinks padding between the cement and carpet is an unnecessary luxury. Alexa has been loving the lack of furniture because since there's nothing for her to get into, she can crawl pretty much anywhere she wants.

Thus ends a huge chapter in our lives. College, engagement, marriage, our first child; all have happened here in Provo. This apartment has been our home for 2 years, and we've made many good friends here. It's sad to go, but exciting to move on and enter "real life", or as a couple of friends say, become "real people".