This past Thanksgiving weekend, Aaron and I moved out of the apartment we've been living in since we were married in December of 2007. It was a bittersweet experience, because we're eager to move on to bigger and better things, but we've shared a lot of good (and a couple of bad) times there in the last two years.
We've moved in temporarily with Aaron's parents, who live in Dallas, GA and who have been so kind as to let us stay with them until we find a home that we want to buy. In the meantime, we have the tremendous blessing of being able to save some money and pay off some debt, since my wonderful in-laws are not charging us any rent. This is a huge blessing to us, since our piddly salaries make it pretty tough to get ahead financially.
The move went fairly smoothly overall, although it took us several days to get all the packing and cleaning finished (who knew you could accumulated so much stuff and so much mess in two years!), and we'll undoubtedly still be unpacking at the rents' place and making runs to the storage facility that we're stashing most of our stuff at for quite some time, but the worst is over, and for that I'm very grateful.
