Mr Jones, my parents, and I moved the rest of the big items last Friday. It was a little bittersweet closing and locking the door for the last time. Don't get me wrong, I won't miss the apartment for one split second, but this was my apartment...no one else's. I supported myself. I proved to myself that I could do it, that I didn't need help. But, it's time to look forward to the future...to my life as Mrs. Jones.
Goodbye screen door that never closed properly and let the bees in. Goodbye closet door that always came off the track (and drove me crazy). Goodbye outdated dishwasher from 1973. Goodbye Apt 421.




























