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Picking up the keys tomorrow . . .

Tomorrow morning, before I head into the office, we pick up the keys to our new place.

I have to admit I’m nervous.

Excited . . . but nervous.

There’s not even anything specific I’m worried about (though I don’t trust my memory of how exactly the place looks and is laid out since I haven’t seen it since . . . May?).

It feels kind of like tomorrow is Christmas morning. One of those Christmases when you’re a kid and you think you know what’s inside those lovely packages under the tree for you, and you’re really pumped about what you think they contain . . . but you’re not 100% sure that your desires are going to be realized. Did Mom remember that I really, really wanted Malibu Barbie? you ask yourself. I think that oblong package looks like it’s a Barbie, but . . .

Not that I ever wanted Malibu Barbie.

But anyway, I’m rambling.

I will take pictures of the empty space, and update you all as we unpack, organize, and decorate.

In the meantime, I hope I can sleep tonight.

Pack it up, pack it in

Our apartment, 17 days away from our move date, has become a sea of boxes.

My baby made some amazing packing progress while I was off falderalling in Wisconsin with my sister Erica and extended family.

Closets are being emptied, and we’re using the linen closet to keep the things we want to carry over with us separately–tool boxes, some clothing and the like.

My wonderful devotional corner is no longer exactly the haven of peace and sunlight and window-gazing that it used to be . . .

but I say:

Stack ’em to the heavens!

One huge plus of moving right before baby Alice joins us: I won’t have to deep clean our new place! Because (presumably) it will be clean to begin with. That alone makes this painful de-nesting extravaganza pretty darn worth it.

Not to mention the in-unit washer and dryer the mere idea of which sends me into a frenzy of happiness.

Packing. It’s where we’re at.