About a month ago, I wrote about how I was anxious and nervous about an upcoming event. I couldn’t write out exactly what it was at the time because things weren’t in place even though I was watching them click as I was typing. So, for those who thought I was preggers, I am not,  we’re packing. And
not just suitcases for our trip, but boxes of our house as well. We’re packing up our tiny little condo and putting all of our personal items into storage for the
time being then moving to the burbs for a little bit after we return from trip to Australia.

So again, I’m sitting here staring out at the same view trying to soak it up, etching it into memory and recalling all the great experiences that we’ve had; dinner parties, late nights on the couch, my tea time staring out at the mountains, our surprise engagement, watching BC Place deflate, baking for the first time, picking paints, having all the Olympic participants walk outside my building, watching beautiful sunrises and sunsets, and walks around our beautiful city holding the hand of the person I love.

I’m going to miss this little condo where we started our life together, but I’m so excited for our future!