We are brave.

Jeremy keeps telling me, "We are brave." But I don't feel brave.

We are exactly two weeks from moving and I keep getting increasingly more emotional. We finally started sorting through all of our things last week to figure out what we need to sell and what we can keep and I have cried every day since. I don't want to hold on to our material things too tightly, but every item has its own story and I hate to let it all go. We are also in the final days of being able to spend time with loved ones and I can barely handle it. I knew it would be hard but... damn.Now that's its here I am not being as strong as I thought I could be.

Thankfully I have a husband who knows how to deal with my overly sentimental and emotionally unstable self and just takes it in stride. He has been a rock during this whole process and the one and only reason why I haven't just screamed JUST KIDDING I'M NOT MOVING! Every time I cry he's there to support me and every time I get excited about our future he's there to be excited with me. There is no way I could do this without him.

Anyway, in remembrance of our beloved first apartment together I tried to take some snaps. It's sort of in chaos right now so these will have to do.