For the past 8 months we have been living in a small, two bedroom, 950 square foot apartment. Which wasn't terrible...
No. I take that back. It was. Terrible.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful or too good for an apartment, we have lived in apartments almost all of our married years together. So we are definitely not above apartment living. But at times it was very depressing and hard.
It was hard not having a yard so the girls could run out and play.
It was hard telling the girls that half their toys and books were in storage because there was no room for them in our apartment.
It was hard always telling the girls they couldn't run or jump or yell or even laugh too loud (many of you know what that is like) because we had neighbors below us, and next to us that would hear us.
It was hard not being able to wash a load of clothes if I needed to, or run the dish washer past 10pm at night so we could have dishes in the morning for breakfast.
It was hard not having all my kitchen stuff and dishes because there were only 3 cabinets to store them in.
It was hard, at times.
It felt like a prison....at times.
In fact, last week we went back to the apartment to clean and get a few more things out after moving into our new home and jokingly told the girls we were moving back to the apartment. You probably can't even guess what the girls did?!
Madisen and Avery started to bawl! They literally bawled their eyes out! Tears coming down their faces and all. Then we told them we were joking.
Mean joke to play on a 3 and 6 year old, huh?
It was obviously a prison to them as well.
8 long months we served out our sentence there. :)
It may not seem like it, but I would always try and count my blessings through it all. Especially at times when I would hear the horrible stories of people losing their homes to fires, tornadoes in the south (which is even closer to home to us, than before) or the earthquake in Japan. It's so easy to count your blessings when things like that occur and you realize what's most important, your family. And on those days, I would count the apartment twice.
We also CHOOSE to live in an apartment. We didn't have to, but we knew it was for the best. Because in order for us to get out of debt as fast as possible we had to live as frugally as possible for those 8 months. We got all our debts paid off, except for our student loans which will take another 3-4 years. So for the short (and seemingly long) time we were living in that apartment, "prison", I will be forever grateful we did, as it feels TEN times better being out of credit card debt.
We moved into a beautiful 3 bedroom, 2,200 square foot home last Saturday and what a difference it has made in our children's moods and also Ryan and I. We are loving our new home and plan to live here for 3-4 years. (I should clarify...we did not buy this home, we are just renting it, but it is new to us!)
Now what once was a sad, depressed tree.... Is FULL of life! All for under 15 dollars!
Much better!