We had been dating for about four months when we packed up a uhaul with hand me down furniture, hopes, and dreams.
We lived in that little 2 bedroom apartment for three years. Looking back at all our memories there it feels like those three years were a big party with lots of friends, laughter, cases of beer, and too many bruises from drunkenly stumbling up or down the cement stairs to the apartment door.
Here's a couple photos from our time in the apartment.
This was us last night enjoying Queens of the Stone Age.
Our home now is still full of friends, laughter, but less stumbling and more mature domestication like dinner parties, white russians and rock band.