The Last Day

Good morning, Company Girls and all other blog friends!

Sometimes I wish I wasn't such a girl about things.

Tomorrow is the big move.  The great big move.

No more apartment.

So here I am, feeling all nostalgic.  That apartment means a lot to me.

I'll never forget the first time I walked through the door.  It was a Saturday afternoon.  I was so nervous.  He was cooking dinner that night and I had brought my signature chocolate cake for dessert, only it was in cupcake form since I was taking the train and didn't know how well an entire cake would survive the journey.  He picked me up at the station and drove us to his place.  Did I mention how nervous I was? - I can only imagine how nervous HE was!

When we got out of the car he left me at the door and asked me to wait a minute.  I heard bustling inside - turns out he was lighting candles.  Then he let me in.  There was a huge vase of red roses on the coffee table.  The guy was smooth (and still is!).

More than that, the place was...homey.  Clean.  Comfortable.  With a warm, inviting color scheme and everything.  Who would expect that from a guy? It was very lovely and I immediately felt welcome and at home.

(By the way, dinner was outrageously good, too...he definitely scored points that day!)

I remember when I moved in.  I was afraid that I wouldn't feel like it was my home.  Granted, I had spent a ton of time there, but I still always had my place to go back to.  And he had lived there for so long, I didn't want to change everything on him and cause a huge upheaval.  I felt like it was a losing battle.  But over time we achieved a balance and now it IS my home.  Just not for much longer.

I'm fighting Last Time-itis, too.  You know, the urge to take everything I've done so far today and put it in the context of "last time".  The last workday morning there.  The last trek to the station.  The last time everyone walking by has to watch us kissing before I get out of the car (I'm sure they don't watch but I always feel like they are).  The last time I'm greeted by the lovely man who runs the sandwich shop inside, who I felt compelled to buy a muffin from since it was, after all, the Last Time I Could.

Of course it's the last time for a lot of not-so-great things, too.  The last day I'll have to leave the house by 6:45 just to get to work by 9.  The last day I'll have that hour and a half train ride (although that is some prime napping...I mean, being productive...time).  The last time I'll have to see the very unpleasant woman who sells tickets (she is the slowest person alive, and I'm convinced that she wants me to miss my train when I stand in line for my pass once a month).

This is just a new phase in our life together.  And like I said to him a couple of nights back as we were both trying to stay awake long enough to talk for a minute, it doesn't matter where we are.  As long as we have what we have together at the end of the day when we're all snuggled up and saying goodnight.

So tonight we'll have our last dinner at a place which has been very special to us in the past, then we'll go home and finish the last-minute packing.  First thing tomorrow morning the movers come and hopefully all goes smoothly and QUICKLY.

I just can't wait til this move is OVER! I can't wait for Sunday morning at this time when we will hopefully just be waking up and the hardest part will be behind us.

I hope everyone has a great weekend!