The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions, filling up our gas tank, coffee stops and unforeseen circumstances.
It has gone a little something like this:


Three days after graduation, we finished the last minute packing and turned the lock on our home in Charlottesville. This was our first home as a married couple, and it definitely wasn't easy to say goodbye to it.





12 hours later, we arrived in Ann Arbor with a moving truck and car packed to capacity.



This is when life became less than ideal and completely veered from any plans I may have had. We hadn't found a house to purchase in the previous visits to Michigan, so we unloaded all of our belongings into a storage unit.



We also kissed goodbye a few pieces of furniture that proved to not endure the mountains on the drive to Michigan.



For two weeks, we lived as nomads and wandered from each of our parents homes, seeing family and friends and looking for houses in Ann Arbor. It never hit that we weren't returning to Charlottesville, as it felt like any other vacation we used to take when we came back to Michigan...until it didn't.
By this point, Maizy was confused as ever and had no idea where we were bringing her next. She was clearly begging us for some normalcy.




Upon yet another house hunting adventure, we indulged in an old favorite, Zingerman's Deli. About that time, my tears proved that I'm not good at nomad life and we decided it was best to rent an apartment for three months while we search for a house. It was time to make our new city home - house or not.





And that brings me to the present. Our {mostly} empty storage unit is reflected in the second bedroom of our new apartment. Our kitchen only holds the bare necessities (blender and juicer included), our closet space split between clothing packed in moving boxes and the minimal needs for the summer months. The only pictures displayed are two that I had put in my suitcase, just in case.  

There is a constant reminder of transition shown as I walk past the second bedroom lined in moving boxes. It may not have been our plan, but we know there is a much better one - better than what we could ever imagine. In the mean time, we've come to love our new humble abode. The lack of decorations aren't apparent when we cuddle on the couch at night and realize we're together and happy, no matter where our things may be placed.



And just for good measure, moving wouldn't be quite as fun without looking like the Beverly Hillbillies -  at least once.





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