This is where we used to live
It was a little bittersweet yesterday, our final day with the old apartment. It looks about as rundown as it did when I moved in. I can’t help but to remember that this was the first place I could call “mine”, the first place we called “ours”, and the place where I proposed to Niki. We’ll probably drive by it someday with a kid in the car, talking about that place.