First off, Sam is a graduate! Wahoo! I'm so proud of all his hard work and I can't wait to move on with the next stage of our lives.
So, right after returning home from our two week break in Georgia, we had to pack to move from our cozy apartment in student housing. We actually had less than 4 days to do it since our move-out date was so close. We're not going far, just a cute basement apartment in south Provo with lots more space and way more amenities, but I admit I'm much more affected by this move than I thought I would be.
I hated Wymount for so long. The "prison walls", and old appliances, and lack of ventilation through the seasons, and very old plumbing, and 50 year old wear, and cramped spaces. When we first moved in after we got married, I thought we would be gone within months and on with our lives, but here we stayed for 3 long years. I resisted putting down roots with all my might, but now it's all I know, and in spite of myself I ache knowing we have to leave.
These stone walls were our first home, the place we celebrated countless holidays and three anniversaries.
These stone walls saw hundreds of hours of cooking together in the tiny kitchen, several facelifts, and entertaining friends, family, and ward members.
Here was where we came home to after many vacations, and many long days of classes and work.
Here was where I carried our first child, and where we first brought her home.
"What are four walls anyway? They are what they contain." - Under the Tuscan Sun
Thanks, Wymount. You've contained the roots of my little family. You will be sorely missed.
I'm a wife, mother, work-from-home marketing consultant, music and art lover, someday event planner, cook, health nut/lazy bum paradox, and freakish organizer. He's a businessman, aspiring entrepreneur, writer, all-around Renaissance man, Georgia-boy, awesome husband and best friend, and with our powers combined we're the Shannons!