A few days ago, I hinted at a new blog post coming up for the weekend on Instagram, planning out a bike ride to the Farmer’s Market and a few recipes to go along with it. What I didn’t know at the time was that we’d encounter a pretty major life change in the following days.
We received word last Thursday that the owner of the apartment we rent has decided to sell, which gives us two months to leave the premises. To say it’s come as a shock would be a major understatement. It was only last week that our landlord asked us if we wanted to renew our lease (we said yes.)
It’s heartbreaking, really.
We’ve been at the Mill for less than a year and were already cheated out of spending Christmas there due to some unforeseen circumstances (and fumes). But it still became our home, our sanctuary. I loved spending nights walking around the grounds, talking with Oliver and holding hands. I loved waking up to the sun in our bedroom, and falling asleep to the stars outside our skylight. I loved living in a place with so much soul and character that you could practically feel it in the walls, and I especially loved becoming part of a loving community here. The Mill truly is unlike any other place I’ve lived, and I’ll be sad to bid farewell in the coming months.
I might be writing a bit less (not that I’ve been great keeping up with the blog in the first place) in the next few weeks because not only are we moving, but Oliver leaves for work in Europe the first week of May, which means we have a lot to prepare for in a very limited amount of time. It’s stressful, and it’s disruptive, and certainly a challenging experience, but we’re hoping to move onward and upward.
Here’s to new beginnings. Again.