11/30/2004

Tomorrow’s the big day

Filed under: — Aprille @ 2:31 pm

Hi, gang.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to update tomorrow, since I’m taking the day off work to move into my new house. I don’t know for sure if our Internet access will be ready tomorrow; what’s more, I may not have the energy to type.

Over the last couple of days I keep thinking about all the “lasts” that I’m doing at the Nins. (This is short for Peninsula, which is the name of the neighhorhood Denny’s apartment is in. It rhymes with prince.) This morning, we drove that particular route to work for the last time. On Sunday, we watched Desperate Housewives for the last time at the Nins. Tomorrow morning will be the last time I wake up there. Tonight will be the last time I fall asleep there, assuming I don’t incur any concussions during the move tomorrow.

Mostly I’m excited about the new place–a studio apartment is getting a leeeetle cramped for two people, even though most of my stuff was at my official home, Jamal and Alyssa’s house. Plus I’m looking forward to painting and redecorating. I’m a little sad about leaving the Nins, though. We had some good times there. We cooked some great dinners (which we ate off of boxes at first, before we got a table). We danced and sang to loud iTunes (especially “Willy Was a Whale” and “You Ain’t Going Nowhere”). That apartment is where Denny proposed to me, where I kept almost spilling my champagne because I kept turning my hand over to look at my ring. Good times.

Of course, it’s also where we watched election results. Here’s to hoping the new places brings better luck on the national level. I’ll post pictures soon (assuming I can find my camera in all the piles and boxes).

4 responses to “Tomorrow’s the big day”

  1. emily says:

    Good luck tomorrow!! I’ll be thinking about you guys!

  2. Aprille says:

    Thanks, sweetie. I appreciate the support of a fellow homeowner.

  3. Mub says:

    I remember leaving the Grove Avenue duplex when you were five months old. I got a little teary-eyed when we took down your crib, thinking about how we’d brought you home from the hospital, laying you oh-so-carefully in that little bed. It was our home, where we’d had so many “firsts” — setting up swings and playpens, diaper tables and jumper seats, watching you smile, coo, roll over. So I understand your melancholy at leaving, but also promise you your new home will bring you some of the best times of your life. Happy moving day, my darling.

  4. Michael Tabor says:

    NINs? I love that band! Also, the show Desperate Housewives is something that I love. This is a message from your friend Michael Tabor.

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