here are a few words i thought i would never utter : ‘we’re moving out of the city’. yet, here we are, not even a week after we have parted ways with our city loft + i suddenly find myself feeling overly nostalgic [made worse by oh-those-very-real pregnancy hormones]. as christian + i were sitting down, packed away + surrounded by boxes, i thought back 4 years earlier to 2 fresh newlyweds stepping foot in their first home together – our loft in the city! although a tad overwhelming at first, we made old city our home. we quickly became familiar + learned to sleep through the passing cars + sirens at night. we were shamefully thrilled when a dry cleaner opened one block closer to us than the one we used to frequent. we got to know our across-the-street neighbors’ habits + cleverly assigned each nicknames [no, i will not disclose this part, but i can tell you we had our own version of the 'ugly naked guy']. most of all, we soaked in the culture, the history, the food + found some amazing friends along the way. i have always viewed changes in my life as new adventures + although this may seem a bit too romantic of a thought, it helps keep my attachment + emotions in check. so, we have decided to embark on a new adventure – one that includes a mini + a place we can make home again – for the three of us. regardless of this exciting new wind of change, a part of me will always be in unit 302 – the first place we called home. as for old city, i will miss hearing the roar of first fridays, the quiet sunday mornings while the city was still asleep, walking to virtually any restaurant we craved just so we could get that particular dish we always raved about + the sweet clerk at our local store who knew my favorite kind of soup + saved a cup for me in case i did not fulfill my routine daily run. it was a perfect four years + 302 is now ready for new memories, as we will continue to make our own somewhere new – outside of the city limits.

here are a few snapshots of our first home [after some minor renovations + many years of trying to fill a space that was initially empty]. i would be remiss not to mention our friend + realtor, paul – someone who is brilliant at what he does + the reason why we ended up in old city in the first place. if you are ever in philadelphia looking for your perfect space, don’t dare look for anyone else to accompany you along the way.