By this time tomorrow, I'll be in my new place, and will never have to come back to this apartment again.
I'm grateful that God provided this place for me and my kiddos, allowing us to get out of an increasingly bad situation. I'm grateful for the lessons I've learned while living here, the growth and change (and the exercise, climbing the stupid stairs). It was kind of fun and exciting, setting up here on my own...and it was scary and lonely.
I'm leaving behind yet more unpleasant memories, but taking with me the wisdom and strength gained from them.
We celebrated my son's 3rd birthday here, with almost literally nothing- my sister stepped in to make sure he had a special day while I made him cupcakes.
My daughter took her first steps here- today she walked across the room by herself, into my arms.
I've shed more tears here than anywhere else, ever.
This apartment has never felt like Home. I don't know if our new place will, either. That makes me sad...but at the same time, this has been just the first step in an adventure, and we're about to take the second step.
In a way, I'm learning to walk alone just as my daughter is.