The Move

For those who don’t know, I recently moved to a new apartment. Although I liked my old apartment (it was a great fresh start for Houston), I found that it wasn’t exactly “me”. The kitchen was great, with stainless steel sinks, black appliances, beautiful gray granite countertops, and nice tile flooring. But it was so SMALL and there was hardly any counterspace. The rooms were all very rectangular as well- there were no angles or corners. It just felt very bland. And as nice as that apartment was, there wasn’t even a door on my closet. Little Lacy liked to climb in there and get fur allll over my clothes. Needless to say, that problem has been solved.

It’s very important to give yourself a fresh start more often than you’d think. Okay, I know moving may seem like an extreme, atypical way of doing this, but it wasn’t actually all that bad. I was able to clean out my closet and get rid of things I don’t need, as well as spend quality time with my dad (he flew all the way out here just to help me move). I now have more counterspace in my kitchen, a larger closet WITH a door, the feeling of having an extra room, and more natural light due to more windows. I also have a quaint sun-room (which I am absolutely obsessed with) and my desk faces a window. I am on the second floor, so it’s nice to look outside as I write. Maybe this will encourage me to find more time to write. Very Sex And The City-esque.

I am bursting with excitement about my upcoming changes as well. Maybe changes is the wrong word. Adventures sounds more like it. I might keep this to myself just a tad longer…

I really am a strong proponent of change. I think it is great to constantly challenge yourself and work your mind, as well as allow room for growth. While living in my old apartment, I felt as though I was falling into a sort of slump. Now that I’ve moved, I feel brand new all over again. Hopefully this time, it will last… we sure like it here already.