This June will mark two years here in St. Louis, and in this apartment. I’ve never rented anywhere for more than two years, and never stayed in any home (as an adult) for more than three, until seminary. Coming up to that two year mark I’ve been noticing my feet are getting a little restless. I’m beginning to wonder what somewhere else would feel like.
So, in June, when Jonathan is finished with classes, and isn’t taking any summer languages (hooray!), we’re going to move . . .
. . . our bedrooms.
I’m so excited. I get to satisfy my craving to have a different space by using our space differently. I am combing blogs and websites for ideas of how to use the upstairs rooms the most effectively, and I am looking forward to having only my husband in my bedroom with me for the first time since 2007. It will be the closing of the “baby years” door and the opening of the next wonderful season of small children.
I get all of that, and I won’t have a box labeled, “miscellaneous stuff.” It’s perfect, really.