Three years ago, T.J. and I moved into this condo. I was kind of having a hard time because I felt like I didn’t know anyone. After several weeks of sulking, I decided I needed to make some friends. We had our first dinner party with a girl I met at church named Shawna, who’s husband was deployed, and she invited another couple-the McQuays. They turned out to be great friends in the ward and it helped me to finally put myself out there.
Through these past couple years, starting with that first dinner party, we have met so many great people. We have hosted countless dinners, game nights, girls’ nights, bridal showers, bachelorette parties, baby showers, birthday parties, surprise parties, halloween parties, cookie exchanges, relief society activities, and fire pits nights. The list seriously goes on and on. If there’s something to be celebrated, I usually had a party. But in all of those parties and times together, we have made this condo our home. It’s where we lived since we were first married. It’s where we brought our little Eva home for the first time. It’s where our family has learned and grown together.
Today I’m starting to pack. The condo has been sold and we are moving out the end of April. It truly is bittersweet because, although I’m sad to leave, we have had an incredible time in this home of ours and now are off to the next chapter in our life.
We’re still not sure what that is yet. I’m sure it will be filled with many more great memories and lots of new people. It might be an adjustment and take a bit of effort, just like that first dinner party three years ago. But it will be worth it-and I’m so excited.
It’s been a great run here, and I’m truly grateful for all of you who have been a part of it.
I guess this is what they call a bittersweet moment… That’s why I hate bittersweet chocolate. I don’t even– What’s the point of that? Why not just sweet? I mean who- who are you helping? -Michael Scott