The second week of 2014 was a frantic and tiring week both at work and at home. During the day, we were busy bees at work and at home during the night, we were busy ants packing our stuff, tidying the house and entertaining future tenants. Yet, no amount of tiredness and weariness could keep our excitement from going down the hill. We were just too excited to move. And move, we finally we did!
A few memorable snapshots of our frantic week here before the house move:
Leaving the first home we lived in as husband and wife is a bittersweet thing. At one point during the week, I sighed an emotional sigh, a long one which worried my husband for a second until I told him I was just being emotional that we were leaving our tiny abode that witnessed our humble beginnings. Our Home#1 was the silent spectator to the just-married dreams that we dreamt---those that came true and those that were broken, to the laughter of good times and to the tears of rocky roads, to the finally-we-have-savings days and to the super thrifty days. Needless to say, it was also the silent witness to all the burns, the cuts and the chapped skin I got from domesticating myself.
The truth is we were not supposed to move (even if we were planning to) until that problem with the noisy boiler occurred sometime in November when the winter season officially began. We would like to think that it was God's way of moving us out of that place since we've been praying and we've been on the lookout as well for an apartment away from the hustle and bustle of the city. So I reckon we moved earlier than we should.
My Instagram has some snaps of what our home inside looked like:
The seasons and the number thereof that we spent in our first home:
We will miss the local cafe that we used to frequent for breakfast, coffee and snacks.
But we have to move on to something bigger and brighter. And with that, I welcome you to our Home#2:
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